アコレおおみや no.61 特集「楽しむ介護 実践日誌」
アコレおおみや no.61
2024年7月11日発行
特集「認知症じーじ 楽しむ介護 実践日誌」
日本では、2025年には65歳以上の高齢者の約5人に1人が認知症と予想されている。高齢化の進展に伴って増える認知症の人に、家族や地域の人はどう対応し接していけばいいのだろうか。
そんな家族の1人、黒川玲子さんが、アルツハイマー型認知症で要介護3、91歳の父こと「じーじ」との日々を綴った著書から6つのエピソードを紹介しよう。
悪戦苦闘しながらも発想を展開し、楽しむ介護を実践した体験談は、ひとつのヒントになりそうだ。
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A story of mom and I (1)
My mother is always in a bad mood in the morning. She's not angry, she's lifeless.
Her eyes are blank and she hangs her head down. She doesn't respond when I talk to her.
Unlike us, who live in the present from the past, she has to face a completely new version of herself every morning.
Where am I?
Who is the person giving me instructions?
what should I do?
At the breakfast table, she feels depressed.
There was no reaction to the tea I offered.
I bake pancakes for breakfast as usual. Today I put some sweet potatoes in them. I prinkled honey on the finished pancake and place it in front of her.
Mother raises her head and looks relieved.
This is always a delicious thing to eat.
Pancakes bring her back to the real world.
She picks up a fork and starts eating silently.
And little by little, her day begins.
"Where am I ?"
At the dining table after breakfast, my mother felt anxious for a moment.
She looked and saw the writing in front of her.
"The tadpoles are playing hide-and-seek behind the water plants, where the water in the stream is sparkling."
She saw a sparkling stream in front of her.
Her anxiety went away.
She continued reading aloud.
“Today, March 3rd, is the Doll’s Festival.
Odairi-sama and Hina-sama at the entrance...
My mother was immersed in the world unfolding before her eyes.
``Reading practice book for dementia B'' is her tranquilizer.
When her heart was about to break, she always followed her writing.
There were only two poems that she hummed when I was a child.
``Over the mountains, far to travel, people say, Happiness dwells.... Karl Busse
“How many mountains and rivers I need to cross before I get to a land where loneliness prevails..” Bokusui Wakayama
As a child, I couldn't miss her melancholic profile when she was humming the poems.
The letters in front of her continued.
"The sound of water jumping into an old pond" Matsuo Basho
“Come and play with me, orphaned sparrow” Issa Kobayashi
As she read her favorite ``Issa'' by ``Kobayashi Issa'' with all her might, she heard a voice and looked up to see a woman standing there with an angry face.
I was urging her to drink a cup of tea while I was playing with my computer on the low table in front of the sofa. The amount of tea I served at breakfast hasn't decreased at all since two hours ago. My mother is so engrossed in reading aloud that she doesn't seem to notice the tea. After a doctor told me that humans need 1,000 liters of water a day, it became my mission and obsession to get her to drink water.
"Drink it."
"Yes, yes"
"Drink that."
“Oh, is it OK if I drink this?”
・ ・・・・・・・・・・
"Drink your tea, please."
"Thank you very much"
We've been repeating this exchange for more than ten minutes. She has never touched the cup though she replied Yes with a smile. She knows what she is doing.
There was a popping sound in my head, and the next moment I yelled at her.
"I told you to drink, so why aren't you drinking?"
As soon as she stood up, she ran into the Japanese-style room across the hallway.
As I sat in my dining chair, my eyes wandered over the table. A cup of tea that my mother didn't drink, a reading practice book, a cell phone, nail clippers, ear picks, four pens, nail polish that I used a few days ago, and direct mail and real estate advertisements that I took out of the mailbox in the morning. They were scattered on the table. When I looked into the sink, I saw the plates, cups, and frying pans I used for breakfast. I erased those things from my mind, got up, and went out into the garden.
It was three days ago when I was finally able to plant the petunia seedlings that I bought three weeks ago.
Living with my mother makes it impossible for me to do even something as simple as ``plant flowers.'' The seedlings were covered with white roots. When I looked at the house next door, I saw colorful summer flowers already decorating the area around the gate.
When I entered the house and looked into the Japanese-style room next to the entrance, I saw my mother rolling up toilet paper.
In a Japanese-style room, the rental bed under nursing care insurance was on the east side, and on the other side was a piano that had never been opened since we moved in. On top of it sat a few dusty stuffed animals and a big-eyed doll wearing a black velvet dress made by my mother. There is a table and a chair in front of the piano. That was her workshop.
The toilet paper was rolled up in her hands.
Toilet paper of the same length and rolled up like a scroll was being produced more and more in the same size, same length, and same shape. Each finished product was packed in a box, resembling the gift rolls you often see at department stores. Several rolls were made, and the finished rolls were disassembled and rolled again from scratch, so they were repeatedly placed in and out of the box.
When I glanced at rolls and asked her if she was busy, mother looked up with a grin on her face.
"I have pudding, shall we go eat it?"
The pudding happened to be 20% off at the supermarket yesterday. There's a little whipped cream on top. Although she was unwilling to drink tea, she had finished the pudding in no time.
"Would you like to have some tea?"
When I handed her the cup, she glanced inside while she held it. Then she sipped some. The pudding was sweet, so I guess she needed some tea.
As much as the amount of tea has decreased, my heart felt lighter.
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