Mum resists all suggestions of things that would help her. She fought me for 2 d*mn years over hearing aids and getting her to use a walking stick. She's no major health problems but she resists things that would assist her in staying independent.
I want to get her a walking frame, for when she has "wobbly" days. She refuses, says she's not ready for that. Next time we have a trip out, she wants put in a wheelchair. She weighs about 17 stone so there's no danger I can push that about.....
Just one example.
Any techniques to get her to help herself? I'm guessing the best one would be to be unavailable, but she's an excellent manipulator and I fall for it every single time.
I know that I had issues with my cousin using her cane. It was a huge deal and I would constantly discuss it with her. EVEN AFTER SHE FELL and suffered fractures, she would make excuses for not using the cane. She was disabled due to arthritis. Later it was clear that she wasn't just being stubborn, it was dementia. She wasn't capable and had to be constantly supervised. She then went to a walker, but would forget that too. She then went into a wheelchair after more falls and fractures.
So, I would say that there isn't any real way to convince someone to use a cane, walker etc. Sadly, it's only when they are forced to go into a wheelchair that they stop falling and having fractures. It's sad to know that if she keeps being wobbly, it's likely to result in a fall. The only solution is someone to live with her and constantly remind her do use it.
I'd get her an Emergency Alert button she can wear to call for help in case she falls and can't get to the phone.
I looked it up and see that 17 stone is over 200 pounds. You should still be able to push her in a wheelchair at that weight. She may be safer in the wheelchair.
Please use my Mom's example, maybe it might get through to your Mum. My Mom didn't want anything helpful for herself, nor for my Dad. Heaven forbid if a doctor said to her "it's age related". Mom would furniture/wall walk about their house, she was so unbalanced being in her late 90's. She even refused to let my Dad bring inside the house his new rolling walker.
Mom started to fall, trips back and forth to ER. Still refusing to help herself, or Dad, she had a serious fall and is no longer walking anywhere as she is bedridden in long term care on hospice watch. What did her stubbornness gain her, nothing, just heartache for those around her.
Dad is now using the rolling walker inside the house and hasn't fallen in months. And he is allowing the paid caregivers inside the house, Mom had refused them.
Rainbow, 238 lbs is possible but not easy to push in a wheelchair. My mom was close to 200 and I could manage, could even get her up a manual ramp to our adapted vehicle, and it was an old of clunker of a chair. And she is likely expecting to be pushed rather than to push. That might explain the vote for a chair instead of a walker, though a walker is a lot less "dependent" than the chair and would be seen as helping with balance but maintaining strength and independence...maybe in some weird way the wheelchair seems more like a temporary convenience and the walker like some horrid old people thing. Maybe something pretty and high tech that you could call by a different name??
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Fairly able-bodied, she shouldn't have it both ways. Don't let her pull your strings so much.
This is up to you, if you feel you can't push a W/C you don't have to. If she is capable of using a walker well she uses it or you don't take her. It really is as simple as that, you hold the power these days so use it.
She has dementia but is functional as long as she has some control of her life. It is the small battles that she wins that gives her purpose. My charge prefers I do everything for her. I lovingly botch up her demands so she feels the need to do it herself to get it right. Maybe in your situation the lovingly botching and PT would help. Don't give up retreat, regroup and try again.
My feeling is that if rainbow22's mother doesn't have dementia, then she will make her own decisions based on what she wants to do. It won't always make sense to rainbow - but her mother deserves to make choices. I believe that rainbow is a truly concerned daughter, but she may have to say, "Mum, that's your choice but I can't take you to ---whatever---unless you agree to use some form of support so that you don't fall.”
Then leave it to her mother. Often - for any of us at any age - when we are left to choose between admitting something we don't want to admit (like hearing loss) and whether or not to do something about it - we'll make a choice to do what needs to be done if we aren't pushed too hard. Stepping back can often accomplish what nagging fails to do.
This is the hard part for people as they age as it is for their adult children. Most adult children mean well. But adults of all ages deserve the dignity of making their own decisions even when they are "wrong" from the daughter/son's point of view.
With the focus on dementia, these days, it's easy for people to assume anyone over 65 can't think for themselves. Nothing is further from the truth. Becoming stubborn about feeling pushed into making decisions is often the next step.
Dementia, of course, changes that.
Good luck, Rainbow22. Your mother would likely be better off with hearing aids and a walking frame. I hope that she will eventually see this. Meanwhile smile through gritted teeth if you must. And please check back with us.
Carol
not able to function without help and these aids. It is humiliating and beyond frustrating for these patients. On the other hand a carers lot is pretty awful too.
I am thinking of getting the doctor to tell him he must use these aids and do the exercises or the carer will collapse and he wont have anyone! People-especially men take notice of doctors when they wont listen to their spouse/partner. I found this when he was drinking gallons of beer -He only stopped when the doc. said you will be dead within a year if you dont stop now.
I had been to AA several times for advice but he refused to go. Then there was the smoking..... Its so very hard to change people.
On the other hand, there are elders who want to be more dependent on others and resist assistive devices such as walkers, canes and hearing aids to get more attention from their caregivers. In your mom's case that seems to be the idea. She'd rather you push her in a wheelchair than exert the effort to walk. She'd rather you have to yell at her or come close to talk to her than get hearing aids. I've seem some elders use their lack of hearing as an excuse to not go out of the house; can't hear at church, so why go? Won't go to the senior center because she can't hear what anyone's saying, etc...Allowing her to get more and more dependent on you is not a good idea. Remember the old saying, "Use it or lose it"? In old age it is SOOOOO true. If she stops walking on outings, she'll eventually lose strength in her legs, then she'l have a hard time going from sitting to standing and won't even be able to go to the toilet by herself. Encourage her to do more for herself by refusing to do it for her. It is hard to watch them struggle and not step in to help, but sometimes you have to just sit on your hands and let them do things on their own--even if it takes them a long time to get it done.
"Yes, you don't really need the cane right now, but if you can get used to it now, and learn how to use it now, while you are younger and stronger, it will work better if you do need it in the future." She agreed, and I'm sure it saved her a few falls. She walked a mile the day before she died.
Also threaten them with a commode or a bedpan. "If you don't stay strong, you will be pooping in a bucket for someone else to clean up."
There's no guarantee anything will work. Have courage, my friend.
Perhaps suggesting to your loved one that the walker would actually help others to be more careful in her presence, thereby making it safer for her would persuade her to use a walker or at least a cane.
There are walkers that have armrests, because that is what mine had.
8 years ago my soul mate died very unexpectedly, I was becoming increasingly disabled and could not access the 1st floor of our 3 bedroom terrace house I knew that he was a hoarder and until 4 years after his death I had no idea how bad the upstairs was. My only family was my sister who was not in the country and our friends sadly resembled snowflakes in summer following the funeral.
Gradually I got less able to care for myself, our home was old and the electrics started to fail so that only some sockets worked and no lights. The boiler failed so no central heating (I did have coal fire in main room) or hot running water. I lived like this for 2 years, I was so overwhelmed I had no idea how to start to change things and I was so grief stricken I couldn't think of leaving our home.
Finally Social Services (I live in UK) was called by someone and my home of 39 years was declared unfit for human habitation. It totally broke what was left of my heart. I was shown some 1 bedroom flats in sheltered accommodation, with tiny kitchens off the living room because a restaurant was provided on the ground floor so residents didn't need to cook. There was a hairdresser on sight and a multitude of activities available. Those trying to help me saw a beautiful little flat, easy to take care of and with cleaning staff. They saw lots of lovely people for me to spend my time with, and safety because I would be checked on daily.
I saw a prison. A prettily decorated prison, but prison none the less. No pets aloud, yet all my adult live I'd had a dog, a cat or hamster, chameleon, bearded dragon. Now I couldn't even have a goldfish. I like to socialise but I like my own company too, now I'd have people around all the time. I'd lived in a 3 bedroom, 2 reception room house with conservatory + 100' garden. Now not even a window box. Ok. I couldn't care for my house and garden but it was such a huge step for me to accept, I couldn't and I refused to accept a place even though I knew there were only 5 places left.
Instead I lived in one room in a friends flat for 18 months, the relationship became abusive, I was only aloud out of my room to use the bathroom or 10 mins every other day to get food, it turned out my friend was in early stages of dementia.
Once again SS stepped in and I was told that I was running out of options, I looked at a 1 bedroomed ground floor flat (bigger than the sheltered accommodation) I could have one cat. It wasn't suitable then for my disabilities but I said yes and I'm just about managing 2 years on.
My point is I know people thought and still think I was wrong to turn down Prospect Place, I know they saw/see it as a wonderful place and for some it is. But for me it meant saying I was old, accepting that I needed a lot of help just to be. It meant giving up ever having the solace of a pet again. It meant the end of my dreams.
Now I am needing more help to stay in my flat, I'm caring for my widowed BIL who has dementia and my life is harder than it would have been. But I don't regret holding out, luckily I'm not yet being a burden to others. But letting go and facing getting older is not always easy. For me acknowledging my demise and joining my beloved is a heck of a lot easier than getting frailer and more dependent on others. By the way I'm 58 years old and I know from my beloved adopted Grandparents who fought to stay in their home until the end age 86 & 89 letting go doesn't get easier.