Hello, My wife and I have been caring for my 92 yr old mother in our home for the past 5 plus yrs. She has had a mild case of dementia during this time. I really feel bad about asking about such a minor problem as I go to this site daily. I never have heard anything about our problem. My mother does not know what to do with toilet paper used or not.
She stuffs her bag with tons of tissue. If I ask her why she has so much tissue, she simply replies: "Why? Something wrong with that?" That's her phrase for everything. =]
I do have to go behind her everytime she uses the bathroom because it's something different every time she comes out. It' either shredded tissue all over the floor or it's little roles of it strewn from the foot mat to the base of the toilet.
She grunts a lot when in there...so it concerns me but maybe it's just her trying to do something...who knows?
She never washes her hands which is a gross out so I give her a damp paper towel and she uses that. then she'll wipe her face and neck with it. That grinds my gears but I remind myself she doesn't understand what she's doing at this stage in her life fully.
It's rough to go behind her so much, but I tried to trust her for a few days...didn't work. You have to respond like she's a child in ways. So I stay on my grind to make sure my place is spic and span until I take her home in the evenings.
Boy, she really loves tissue. I think it's from days before when older women carried tissue in their bags for everything...lol
(Tell her "Now that you are 90 and have such delicate skin, it is especially important to get cleaned very carefully. I'll help you with that from now on.")
After thoroughly washing her hands, put some nice-smelling lotion on.
Washclothes make nice reusable but single-use towels. One use and they go into the hamper.
Sometimes when I want to feel a bit of normalcy, I get my MIL into bed, then sneak into my living room, light a candle and enjoy a glass of shiraz with some dark chocolate. It makes me feel close to my wonderful husband who passed away in May 2010. His favorite was shiraz.......with a piece of dark chocolate. God bless him.
all we know is that it gets more difficult and that those with dementia ( and other mental illness) simple do not have the capacity to appreciate the good things around them. While you and I would love a quiet hour by the window watching the animals frolic in the sun and laugh at their antics Mom does not know why they are doing all that jumping around and it irritates her. I used to stand and watch my horses in the pasture when they were let out and laugh as they ran and reared and rolled then settled to the important stuff - eating!
You blew my comment about wine out of proportion. I have a glass at night to unwind. This is after my mother has gone to bed. I was feeling extremely stressed when I wrote my initial post. We have a septic tank and my mother is causing lots of problems, with the toilet overflowing and big bunches of paper getting stuck in the line. You must think I get drunk. This is not the case at all and I do not take any types of drugs. Ever! However, I am only human and I get tired of hearing my mother complain ---"Just wait until you get old and crazy. I think I'll just go jump in the pond. You'd be better off if I was in the ground." It really gets me down when my mother's health, except for her memory, Is quite good. I know so many people who are seriously ill and I tell her that she has so much to be thankful for. We live on a beautiful farm and she can sit and watch the birds and animals all day. There is so much beauty here for her to see and she should be thankful that she is able to stay in her home. I do everything for her, always have and always will as long as I can keep going. It's only normal for me to get a little down once in a while and that is why I had to vent.
It is not possible to retrain an elder with dementia so you have to work with what you have. Do you have more than one bathroom. Can you designate one for Mom's use and lock the door to the one you and hubby will use.
Remove the toilet paper. Keep it out side the BR hidden but where others can find it. Unroll enough paper for one trip to the BR. if necessary wind it round an empty roll
Keep a bin lined with plastic in the bathroom so that she can drop her paper in it.
It would be nice if she flushed and put the seat down but accept that she is not going to. You will have to be vigilant and when she goes to the bathroom wait out side and take her back in and make her wash her hands.
If you are not close by put an alarm on the door. A couple of bells will do or something more sophistocated if you are able.
Stop expecting her to do things that she is no longer able. .She may look normal and be physically healthy but her brain is dying.
When you invited her into your home she was probably a bit forgetful and not able to manage alone but she is getting to the stage where things begin to go down hill fast.
You are clearly overwhelmed.
Sit yourself down and ask yourself honestly whether you can or want to continue to do this. You love your Mom and want to do the best you can for her. Ask yourself if you would want to be cared for by someone with your level of anxiety who is self medicating with alcohol. What will happen if you are inebriated one night and she breaks a hip. How much can you help her then.
If you are going to continue to care for Mom at home you should go to your Dr and ask for help. An antidepressant may help you to cope. If you do not feel able to continue start looking for alternatives for Mom as she may have many years ahead of her. You may not wish to place her in a facility and she may not want to go but if you become a basket case you won't be any good to yourself or your husband. Take a deep breath and give the future some serious thought.
I've begun waiting outside of the door these days to make sure that she washes her hands after each toilet use. We have found fece on the toilet roll holder, the door knobs, the floors, and she wasn't washing her hands after wiping. I ask her if she has washed her hands and she says "yes" but she hasn't because the soap isn't wet. So, I get her back in there and have her wash her hands. I tell her that she doesn't want to eat with those hands does she?
My husband and I sanitize the door knobs, light switches, anything she touches each day. It's a major chore to keep up with someone with dementia but she's my mom.
I don't know what I will do if she forgets to wipe. I haven't reached the point where I am wiping her butt but I am sure that day is coming.
My mom also likes to keep wads of toilet paper in her pocket.
This is the only way I can regulate her at all times and get her to throw her voluminous amounts of toilet paper into the waste basket.
I'd much rather empty the potty chair than watch my septic system overflow lol
Mom with her little sections of toilet paper, 4 tops to wipe with, LOL!. She will use that and then not remember to wash after using the bathroom. I've done figured out that there is not enough of me to go around in all the different places that I need to be.
lalabusch, I have my Mom in my home because I feel she needs one on one attention, she is 91. No doubt its a lot of work, I retired from my job because I had to, her money ran out for caregivers or daycare while I worked. She would do it for me. I am in close contact with her doctor and he gives me a supply of amoxicillin to treat her when I feel she has a UTI. I can give one daily for prevention and it works. The urine is super smelly/dark and they are very unusually crazy acting when they have one, or they pee a lot, I can tell. My Mom used to poop herself at daycare and has been home with me since I left my job for over 2 more years now and she has not pooped her pants once, I can tell if she has to go and I get her on the toilet (she cant walk, its tough), and she goes. There are advantages to them being with you, no running back and forth and they are right there in their bed or recliner where you can see and comfort them, or just put music on for them. You know what they eat and drink and they arent exposed to illnesses. I have a fabulous supportive husband so I am lucky. He now helps me hoyer her into bed and change her when he gets home. You have to do what you think is best, thats all I can say. I've had Mom 5 years since she broke her hip also but we had PT 3x weekly and she learned to walk again until she had a stroke dancing one day at daycare.
Loving everyones comments, hugs to all you caregivers! RR