Tomo is a remarkable dementia advocate living in Japan, and last year, with the support of Kumiko Magome, who translated for him on this occasion, Tomo talked about what it has been like, being diagnosed with younger onset dementia at the age of 39.
Tomo is a remarkable dementia advocate living in Japan, and last year, with the support of Kumiko Magome, who translated for him on this occasion, Tomo talked about what it has been like, being diagnosed with younger onset dementia at the age of 39.
Hello my name is Valerie Schache (Val). I’m 67 and I live near Ballina NSW Australia. I have dementia and I continue as the long term care partner for my husband with complex needs since 2004 . I was diagnosed August 2015 when I was 63. I was not supported, just given a dementia drug and ‘bye’. I’m still not tagged; I don’t fit the requirements for NeuRa Frontier etc and am left to my own devices to find a way through the minefield of deficits.
My paid skills were as acupuncturist physiotherapist including complex pain in de-mentia aged care. I’m also a life time farmer. I thank my country upbringing and wise parents who included me in ‘Why is this so’ type of discoveries. I have massive cognitive reserves to cope with the diverse defi-cits says my neuropsychologist assessors. We pioneered in farming and I in allied health and I now pioneer best health practices in the dementia space.
I Thank God for DAI [Dementia Alliance International]. I was unravelling – not supported – not being believed; stigmatized and isolated to near oblivion and self harm.
My first DAI zoom in 2016, with a mob of diverse people globally with dementia—I laughed for the first time post diagnosis as I participated; I didn’t have to pretend in this group. I was encouraged to seek the latest ideas and I improved cognitively with the Bredesen type protocol. I then got angry that the ‘establishment’ weren’t right, that nothing could change a dementia journey. I became motivated enough to give back and educate for inclusion of my dementia disability—my human right; for suitable rehabilitation to keep me well and kindness. I have pre-sented globally nationally and now locally. Facebook has been my ‘work’ pre-dementia so I now also have an active group ‘Val’s journey –dementia is a word not a sentence’ and comment often on other sites. I am gifted at reading research papers and gleaning the nuggets of change for the better from diverse sources.
I’ve found who my handful of friends really are. My personality type changing deficits means I’m now stronger minded. opinionated; my language is colorful, pithy and sometimes to the point. My ‘bull-shit’ meter is accentuated and I certainly won’t be patronised or treated as less because I have a neurodegenerative disease. I tackle things from the front foot.
Yes I can only now do one thing at a time– but then so do most men. Passionate, fearless bold as a hyena I help tackle issues especially if injustice is involved. I can still read a scientific paper of any genre and give you back six points in plain speak to any audience. My considerable savant knowledge is exposed and I’m well read.
In my ‘bestment’s’ words ‘It’s a pain in the ‘butt’ —I want my old Val back’ – it wont happen this side of eternity but I’m committed to her and we support each other and its ongoing. We are a great team. I struggle to be OK with the flamboyant new me. I have constant grief as I have brain ‘rat gnaws’ and I wonder what’s gone this time and can I get around it!
I hate having disturbed bodily functions; to always be reminded to remember what I need to take especially if I am distracted. I hate needing to pace myself, and accepting increasing support from others.
To be told ‘you don’t look like you have dementia’ – deep breathe Val– that is such an insulting reflex comment—one you would not say to someone with diabetes etc.
I have a DNR bracelet and all our legal affairs are in order so I don’t have to think about that part of the future except with joy at going home.
I know dementia’s for over fifty years, observation and then worked as an acupuncturist physio for 32 yrs; a decade in a locked dementia ward and since 2005 have supported dozens of friends to die with dementia. But I say dementia should be rare—not an epidemic.
Lets consider plastics, diesel fumes, atomic bombs, margarines and cholesterol issues/reduction and less sleep /increased stress and now obesity. It’s onset can be slowed even preventable with diet, BP/ Weight control. I say ‘If great grandma wont recognize it , its not food’ e.g. margarines. Hundreds of us in dozens of countries are creating a quiet revolution of change- confounding the ‘experts’ by reversing /slowing dementia– bringing hope to those able to follow a personalized precise protocol.
Back to basics of having health gut biomes for a healthy brain. Removing allergens including foods and environmental toxins especially mold. Team Val use hair analysis blood tests supplements and other hands on best practice to improve me holistically. Being mindful, stress controlled, sleeping soundly, very kind to yourself and at peace with those around you. Live in the moment as it is your pre-sent. I have hope, I have significantly improved in many markers since 2015 and I have dementia.
Its not the future I would have chosen, but we are making the best of this deal and giving back . We laugh and love freely. I aim to ease the life of all the other thousands pre and post dementia diagnosed. I’ve always smashed ‘glass ceilings’ so I’m breaking down the myths /assumptions about de-mentia, boldly and in every avenue presented to, or created by me.
Don’t be like dementia, it doesn’t discriminate, it is a disability, and it is unkind. Be aware not to discriminate, be inclusive and be especially kind to all, and do everything to slow or prevent the onset of dementia for your own sake.
Valerie Schache © 2019
Unlike 2018, we are taking the weekends off, so this series is an ‘almost’ daily one!
Today, we are privileged to share Emily Ong’s story, one of our newer members who lives in Singapore. Thank you Emily, we greatly appreciate you sharing your very story of being diagnosed with dementia, therefore your personal vulnerability with us all. Many people with dementia find that by sharing with others, they find strength, and give others hope.
Hello, my name is Emily Ong
June 2017 (the exact date I could not remember already) I have the most scariest experience of my life when I asked myself -“What do I need to make French toast?” – when it has always been my family usual breakfast. All that I remembered was bread and the equipment I need was a skillet.
I tried so hard to recall but NOTHING was retrieved.
It was like my brain has a virus attack and the French toast file has been corrupted. The “French Toast” episode marked the beginning of my “new” life that I am gradually learning to understand and manage.
By April 2018, I have done 3 Montreal Cognitive Assessments and the last score was 17/30, numerous MRI scans and one lumbar puncture were done but nothing conclusive, and one FDG-PET scan that showed significantly lower uptake of glucose in the thalamus and the cerebellum region. During this period I was misdiagnosed as having Fatal Familiar Insomnia, a type of Prion disease, and subsequently, as a psychiatric problem (depression?), and then as Alzheimer’s disease.
Each diagnosis brought along so much misery and emotional impact on me and my family. Life was emotionally unbearable, and I cried almost every other day!
I could not stop asking myself, “What’s wrong with me? Am I going crazy? Were my problems real?
At the age of 51, I was finally diagnosed with provisional fronto-temporal dementia. It was a great relief to know that my mind is sound, certainly not having a mental illness but a neurocognitive disorder.
It is a comforting and wonderful feeling to know that your doctor finally heard you and your struggles, rather than generalised your symptoms as mood swings, anxiety disorders and even depression. Though further tests are necessary to confirm which variants, I feel empowered because I can now move on and develop a support plan that include joining support groups to assist me functioning at my optimal level on a daily basis.
Early intervention is something very dear to my heart because that has always been my life mission in my work with special needs. Ever since then I have joined the Alzheimer’s Disease Association (ADA), Singapore and Dementia Alliance International (DAI).
I also set up a personal blog to raise awareness through sharing my journey with dementia and things I learnt about the neurocognitive disorders; participate in two research projects under the National Neuro Institute, Singapore; and going to undergo training to become self-advocate for YOD under “Voices for Hopes” program.
Without the support from my family and the new communities where I find solace in, it is rather unlikely that I can be so emotionally strong and positive as I am now.
My new friends taught me that there’s still life after the diagnosis because life can still be purposeful and beautiful with dementia.
Emily Ong © 2019
On Day 6 of Dementia Awareness Month (World Alzheimer’s Month), we share a daughters heartwrenching story of her mother. This year, we decided as part of the #Hello daily series of blogs to try and more fully represent people living with dementia, but also to share some stories from family members as well.
Today, for the first of our carer stories, we share that of a daughter living in Singapore, who has been fighting for the rights of her mother who lives in a residential aged care facility (nursing home) in Western Australia. Ironically, this story also highlights the denial of many human rights, and abuses of an elderly mother in Western Australia, part of a country where there is a currently Royal Commission into Quality and Safety into Aged Care! Thank you Ting Fei for sharing your mothers story.
Hello, I am Ting Fei. I am my mother’s voice for her dignity, personhood and justice. My mother has numerous medical issues, and is also diagnosed with dementia (but she suffers from neglect and abuse). She now lies immobile, helpless, with severe muscle contractures, in an aged care facility in Perth, WA, Australia.
My mother is a 90 year old Chinese lady, widowed in 2012. In July 2016 she walked (with a frame), fairly independent and able to perform basic tasks of daily living, into this nursing home. But, in less than two years, she is reduced to total dependency on full support for her daily living in a wheelchair. How did all these happen in a place her guardians (EPGs) boasted as a “5-star hotel resort style” aged care facility? What has gone wrong?
Here are some of the grotesque facts behind the scene at this river-front “resort”:
There was a history of “mild” stroke and delirium before the second fall but the medical records on this mysteriously disappeared. There was a warning about risks of falls but this was never heeded. Once she was in this “resort” her sons, who also applied to be her guardians, left almost all care to the general practitioner (GP) and care-givers at the home.
But this GP does not hesitate to prescribe heavy doses of Panadol to my mother. He later added Endone (an opioid drug) to my mother, for her painful muscle contractures, with no adherence to safety protocols or monitoring of side effects over several months.
Under such care, my mother rapidly deteriorated in her mental, physical, and nutritional state; from being mobile to full dependency on a wheelchair, in less than two years after admission to this home.
There were a series of unexplained and poorly documented falls resulting in bruises and injuries, including one with frontal impact to her right eye ball. She suffered pressure sores with one deep chronic sore on her left ankle that only healed after more than one year. She suffered recurrent skin blisters and bruises over her body and limbs and also recurrent urinary tract infections. Her puffy face from over-dose of steroids was bragged as a sign of good nutrition with weight increase. Many more healthcare issues occurred that are too lengthy to describe.
What dignity is there when she is found soaked with urine dripping from her wheelchair, being undressed by two African men, with food left for hours in the mouth…..?
What person-centered care is there when she is isolated in a place where she had language limitations and where she does not get her familiar Chinese food?
What quality of life is there when she only gets a wheelchair/bed to sleep on, a roof over her head and three meals that she hardly can eat?
In three years I exhausted almost all avenues of help that I can ever think of in WA, a state that has no law against elder abuse. Where there is no law there is no prosecution for offenses and no protection.
My pleas for better quality of care and protection against abuse fell on deaf ears. Despite all the evidences available, no one was interested to know. The State Administrative Tribunal and the Supreme Court both concluded that my mother is happy and wishes to stay at this home; that her guardians and doctor have always looked after her best interest.
WHO defines Elder Abuse as “a single, or repeated act, or lack of appropriate action, occurring within any relationship where there is an expectation of trust which causes harm or distress to an older person”.
In the hands of people my mother loves and trusts, these are the tragic experiences she silently suffers ……. “a scandal beyond belief” indeed.
Ho Ting Feo © 2019
Footnote: Many public self advocates are regularly accused of not having dementia, or are chastised for ‘grossly misrepresenting’ dementia. Most are, however, well aware of what is ahead of them, which could be the same as it is for Ting Fei’s mother.
Note: as many members of DAI prefer to call it this month Dementia Awareness Month, so that anyone who does not have the Alzheimer’s type of dementia does not feel excluded.
Hello, my name is Bobby Redman.
In 2015 at the age of 66, I was given a provisional diagnosis of mild cognitive impairment / fronto-temporal dementia after experiencing a range of symptoms, including a noticeable change in my ability to perform day to day tasks, some communication issues (both in speech and in my ability to follow conversations); and changes in my personality, picked up by close friends.
Since then, in spite of my scans identifying some shrinkage of the brain, with gaps appearing in my frontal lobe, the neurologist has been reluctant to confirm the diagnosis, given that “I am functioning too well” (His words not mine). I believe that some doctors are reluctant to give the diagnosis of dementia, thinking that they are being kind. With no cure being available, at this stage, they seem to think that an early diagnosis is pointless.
This is frustrating for those of us living with dementia that don’t see a diagnosis as an end, but as an opportunity to develop a support plan to include available interventions to assist us to maintain our levels of functioning.
Recent psychometric testing has confirmed what I have been telling the specialists for a while, in that my cognitive skills are significantly declining along with indications that my motor cortex is impacted, resulting in a decline in my motor skills. This confirms that I have a neurodegenerative disorder, and further tests are underway to see if they can give it a name – this would be far more important if there was any treatment / cure for the condition.
Before retirement, a year prior to my diagnosis, I practised as a psychologist, working with people with a disability. Much of my work was working with people and their carers to develop programs to assist people to function to their highest capacity, on a day to day basis.
This professional skill is why, I believe, that I continue to function “too well” in my doctor’s viewpoint. Trust me, it is not easy to be observing my own decline and capacity and to continually be looking for ways to re-habilitate myself, it would be wonderful to have a professional doing this for me, but the mental focus required for this is part of my personal program, so I don’t complain.
As I start to slip and am obviously less competent than I had been, some of my regular friends are starting to realise that things are not going as well as they appear. I am lucky, many of them are stepping forward and offering support – coming from a strong volunteering background, many of my friends, whom I have volunteered alongside are good, kind people wanting to help.
They don’t always fully understand, and I have to get better at letting people know what sort of things would help me….I am trying!
My newer friends are those who I have met through our work in dementia advocacy. This group of friends are like a global family; a family who you know is there to back you up when you are having a bad day. Without organisations like Dementia Alliance International (DAI) and Dementia Australia , I am unlikely to have ever got to know these people and who’s to say that I would be feeling as positive about my daily living if this had been the case. I thank my lucky stars, each day, that I have this group of amazing people on whom I can count – they give living well with dementia, real meaning.
Bobby Redman © 2019
These stories highlight the many different experiences people have in terms of getting a diagnosis, and how they choose to live with and respond to what is a very difficult diagnosis to be given. Thank you Juanita for sharing your story.
I have a strong family history of what we now know is bvFTD. My grandfather was quite some time along the dementia track, and he was misdiagnosed as having Alzheimer’s, even though, in retrospect, he had shown classic symptoms of bvFTD.
An older brother also had the same condition and we believe their father also had dementia, and may be others in his heritage.
My father has lost his sister and two younger brothers, and has another younger brother undergoing testing for this condition. After dad’s younger brother died his daughter a nurse started serious research into the condition and discovered the research group Frontier, located then at the University of New South Wales research group – Neura, which specialised in frontotemporal dementia research.
They were keen to have my father joined them as a research participant in their main research project and threw them he was diagnosed as having bvFTD and the genetic mutation involved was discovered – C9orf72. My sister and I indicated that when they started research that was applicable to us we were willing to join.
I have a background in science research, so once this was discovered I read all the scientific literature that about this condition and this mutation that I could put my hands on. This included the current diagnostic criteria for bvFTD. As soon as possible I had myself tested for the mutation and received a positive result – I had the mutation too.
This had been two years since my dad’s initial diagnosis due to delays within the free State Government sponsored testing system. The genetic counsellor told me that she could not tell me much about my prognosis except that it was not case of if but when I would get the disease. This result didn’t actually surprise me as I was already aware of minor changes consistent with the diagnostic criteria.
Within a few months of my genetic result, I had convinced my GP to refer me to a neurologist for testing. My initial neurologist was convinced that I probably had dementia, but he specialised in movement disorders rather than dementia so he referred me onto his colleague who runs a clinic in atypical dementias.
So about seven months after the genetic diagnosis I received a diagnosis of dementia – definite bvFTD with the early signs and known genetic mutation leading to bvFTD. The neurologist told me that I was extremely early in the dementia journey, and that he had never diagnosed anybody this early. Then wanted to put me onto pharmaceutical interventions which I adamantly refused.
A few months before getting my genetic diagnosis, Frontier in was able to obtain funding to run a longitudinal study to endeavour to identify early changes in biomarkers/scan data for Dominantly Inherited Non-Alzheimer’s Dementias – DINAD. My sister and I and my cousin all became participants in this research. The genetic counsellor of this research was pleasantly surprised at my knowledge of the disease and suggested I become a genetic counsellor myself. So this year I have commenced studying Master of Diagnostic Genomics, with a plan to continue into a PhD program.
Once I had my diagnosis I was no longer eligible for the DINAD program, and volunteered to join the same research program that my father was in. I went into my first assessment with this program only to find that not only had they placed me in the research program I thought I was joining, but many other researchers wanted me to join their projects as well – so many that I lost count. Because I am so much earlier in my dementia journey than the standard research participant I can give a different perspective to the research so they are all keen to have me participate.
I would like to repeat here part of posts (edited) I put on the Facebook page – Living Healthy with Early Onset Dementia – on August 22nd.
Saying this may sound crazy, but I’m grateful for the genetic mutation underlying my dementia … I have heard too many stories of the difficulty people have in getting an accurate diagnosis or any diagnosis at all, and my heart goes out to you all.
I am glad that I have this diagnosis while I am still able to describe what it feels like to be on this side of dementia as researchers characteristically state that people with bvFTD lose the capacity to assess their own changes early in the disease process. I can see this with my dad who is in late mid stages of the same disease. He variously denies any problems or says he’s getting better, whereas my mum and I can see his degeneration.
The downside of this is that researchers don’t bother to ask people with a lived experience and just rely on carers and clinicians observations to describe the characteristic diagnostic conditions. I am in the unique position to describe this lived experience, as most people with this dementia are diagnosed too late, or haven’t read the scientific literature to know what erroneous conclusions to challenge.
…Within a few days of my diagnosis I had applied to join Dementia Alliance International and attended my first support meeting within two weeks of the diagnosis. I have now joined their action team. I have become an advocate with Dementia Australia and applied to join the Dementia Australia Advisory Committee.
When I joined as an advocate with Dementia Australia, I agreed to become part of a focus group. The Australian Commission on Safety and Quality in Health Care asked Dementia Australia to assist with rewriting a Cognitive Impairment Fact Sheet to be used in healthcare settings. I volunteered to help in a focus group in my hometown but before that happened I had to come down to Sydney and was invited to join the Sydney group.
As a result of participating in this project I’ve been asked and agreed to three more. The next week I talked with a researcher from a group that has been commissioned to do research on behalf of the Royal Commission into Aged Care Quality and Safety. Late in August I agreed to be filmed as part of a video to be released Dementia Australia Action week.
In a few days’ time I will be involved as a panel member representing those with a lived experience of dementia in the Decoding Dementia Mentoring Workshop which is assessing new technological innovations to help people living with dementia. In October, I will be speaking publicly about dementia for the first time. Dementia Awareness and Advocacy Team is a group that I joined in my local city, and I am speaking at their annual one-day forum.
These posts well describe my feelings and emphasises my motto:
Dementia Is a Journey – Not a Destination.
Following on from the World Alzheimer’s Month series of #Hello blogs, we continue to share our members stories. Peter Berry from the UK has been doing a weekly video podcast about his experience of living with dmentia, now up to his 70th. This one was focuses on the difficulties of a diagnosis, and stigma. Thank you Peter for giving us permission to share your 25th video here.
During World Alzheimer’s Month, we featured a daily series of #Hello blogs, personal stories frrom DAI members from around the world. Many reported how educational and helpful they were, and UK blogger and dementia consultant Beth Britton asked for permissio to use some of them in a training session she was hosting. The following is Beth’ s story’.
As a former care partner to my dad, who had vascular dementia for 19 years, the work of Dementia Alliance International is close to my heart. So, when one of my social care consultancy clients, MacIntyre, asked me to run a session during their Dementia Special Interest Group meeting on 3 October 2018, my source of inspiration was DAI’s ‘Hello My Name Is’ World Alzheimer’s Month blogs. Kate Swaffer had kindly alerted me to this series of blogs via twitter in early September 2018, and the chance to share these stories further wasn’t to be missed!
Before I tell you how my session went, I thought a quick history lesson might be helpful…
I began writing, blogging, campaigning and then training and mentoring consultancy work after my dad died in April 2012.
Initially my inspiration was to share some of the things that had really helped my dad and us as his family, but as interest grew in our story so opportunities came along that have propelled me to where I am now – A Skills for Care Endorsed Training Provider in the UK .
I first met Kate in 2013, having initially connected via twitter (you can follow me on Twitter, and I have met and worked with other DAI members in the UK since.
My October 2018 Dementia Special Interest Group Meeting session
Firstly, I should say I am extremely grateful to DAI members Kris McElroy, Dick Watson, Jennifer Bute, Julie Hayden, Carol Fordyce, Phyllis Fehr, Davida Sipe and Nina Baláčková for allowing me to print and share their blogs for my ‘Learning from Personal Stories’ session during MacIntyre’s October 2018 Dementia Special Interest Group meeting. Also, huge thanks to Kate Swaffer for kindly liaising with you all on my behalf – without this combined support the session wouldn’t have been able to happen.
After a brief introduction from me, we watched Kris McElroy’s film . I then picked out a couple of quotes from Kris’ blog, including:
“While I have been adapting, adjusting, and fighting through challenges, barriers, stigma, and stereotypes related to my disabilities since childhood; life with dementia has brought its own unique set of challenges, barriers, and stereotypes. Barriers such as access to resources and quality life/health care options; and challenges with areas such as spelling, driving, comprehension, memory, multitasking, confusion, and navigating day to day life.”
I felt that this was a really important quote because so many of the people with learning disabilities that MacIntyre support have faced similar challenges, barriers, stigma, and stereotypes throughout their lives too.
We then moved into table work. With staff members sat around 5 tables, I shared printed copies of the blogs written by Dick, Jennifer, Julie, Carol and Phyllis, for staff to read, discuss and pick out quotes from.
After 15 minutes we had a feedback session, in which a staff member from each table briefly told each DAI member’s story, and shared a couple of quotes that had stood out in their table discussions.
Along with all of us empathising with the struggles we heard about around diagnosis and post-diagnostic support (one of the great challenges for people with a learning disability is getting a timely diagnosis, and staff being believed when they go to doctors expressing concerns about changes in the person that they are supporting), some great slightly off-topic discussions also sprang up, including about the need to communicate sensitively and compassionately with people who have a learning disability and dementia.
A huge plus in our discussions was having DAI member Tracey Shorthouse with us for the whole of our meeting. When it came to my session, Tracey was fantastic at contributing to the conversations we had about her fellow DAI member’s blogs. Having heard Tracey speak earlier in the day about her struggle to get a dementia diagnosis as a nurse, reading about Jenniferand Julie’s experiences as former healthcare professionals really brought the point home that no matter how much you may know professionally about how health and care systems work, when it’s you who needs the help and support you are often no better off.
We were running out of time after all of these great discussions, but I was able to briefly speak about Davida’s blog and the points about medication, and Nina’s blog made us all smile with her anecdote about potato soup.
Overall, MacIntyre staff were really engaged and enlightened by the DAI ‘Hello My Name Is’ blogs, and sometimes shocked too.
The end of this quote from Phyllis’ blog probably drew the biggest gasp and collective head-shaking of the day:
“It wasn’t till I was 53 that I received a firm diagnosis, after going through a two-day battery of testing. I will never forget that day or maybe I will, but I feel like it has been branded in my head. You see on that day we were escorted into the gerontologist’s office. Once she entered the office, I felt like I no longer existed. She looked at my husband and spoke to my husband. As far as she was concerned, I was not there. She told him that I had “early”-onset Alzheimer’s and that I was still doing well. She instructed him to bring me back when I couldn’t dress myself.”
I know from staff feedback that the session was really enjoyed, and that’s only possible because of the generosity of DAI members in sharing your blogs with us, and for writing with such honesty and candour that means there is so much for professionals to reflect upon.
Everything I do in my work is about learning from the experts: people living with dementia themselves and those closest to them. That is where it all began for me with my experiences with my dad, and I hope that inspired by the fantastic session DAI members supported me to run for MacIntyre’s staff, other training providers and health and care organisations will realise the value of working with the REAL experts in the future.
MacIntyre were established in 1966 by Kenneth Newton Wright, the parent of a disabled child, and have grown to become a leading UK charity, highly respected and committed to setting standards and increasing choice. MacIntyre provide learning, support and care for more than 1,500 children, young people and adults who have a learning disability and/or autism, at more than 150 services across England and Wales. Their diverse range of services includes registered care homes, supported living, outreach, accredited training schemes and lifelong learning services, as well as a residential special school and further education provision.
I’ve worked with MacIntyre since 2013. In 2016 they were awarded a significant grant from the UK Department of Health and Social Care’s Innovation, Excellence and Strategic Development Fund to improve the care and support of people with learning disabilities who have dementia or are at risk of developing dementia. MacIntyre’s Dementia Project was born https://www.macintyrecharity.org/our-expertise/dementia/the-macintyre-dementia-project/. For readers who aren’t aware, people living with a learning disability are more at risk of developing dementia as they age, and if they do develop dementia, it’s usually as a younger person (under 65 years old) and it often progresses rapidly. Follow MacIntyre’s Dementia Project on twitter here…
I attend MacIntyre’s Dementia Special Interest Group meetings which are held three-times a year every year.
I’ve introduced many people living with dementia to MacIntyre for them to come and speak about their experiences, ensuring these meetings remain rooted in personal stories. Dementia Special Interest Groups are attended by around 30-50 staff from across MacIntyre, along with guest speakers and sometimes other individuals with professional or personal interest in the synergy between learning disabilities and dementia.
On the final Day of the #DAI #Hello my name is blog series for World Alzheimer’s Month #WAM2018, we feature Jerry Wylie, DAI’s Vice Chair and an advocate from Philomath, Oregon, in the USA. Jerry is a committed and very active board member, and supports two of our peer to peer support groups, as well as co-hosting our Action Group and wekly Brain Health Meetings.
Thank you Jerry, from everyone, for saying hello again here to support this series, and for all that you do for DAI and others. Jerry has also set up a local face to face support group where he lives, which now has more than 20 members. We are very proud of him, and grateful for his hard work. This is his story.
DAI & Jerry Wylie © 2018
DAI’s vision: “A World where people with dementia are fully valued and included.”
On Day 29 of our #DAI #Hello my name is blog series for World Alzheimer’s Month #WAM2018, we feature DAI member and advocate, Christine Thelker from Canada. Christine is an incredibly active advocate and DAI member, and supports one of our CA/USA support group. She was also featured in our online Art Exhibition this week!
Thank you Christine for sharing your story by saying hello here, and for all that you do for DAI and others. We love you too. Special thanks also to Mike Belleville for finalising the production of Christine’s video, and upoading it into our YouTube Channel.
DAI & Christine Thelker © 2018
DAI’s vision: “A World where people with dementia are fully valued and included.”