This photo I took at work yesterday gives me pangs of joy.
Bowling with a lightweight ball & pins was a big hit on 2nd floor---both men and women liked it, which is rare. (So far, mostly I can't get the men interested in the activities I offer.)
I moved the pins closer or farther from each person, and all but the most disabled were able to launch the ball and knock a few down. Very satisfying! and people cheered for one another too.
I can't post most photos I take at work because they clearly show people's faces, but this is my favorite anyway. I did blur the features a little for privacy; it still works, I hope.
I could imagine doing a photo essay showing a side of life with dementia that isn't normally shown:
people being themselves, not just losing parts of themselves...
So much non-verbal stuff remains in play, even as the analytical part of the brain fails.
Bowling with a lightweight ball & pins was a big hit on 2nd floor---both men and women liked it, which is rare. (So far, mostly I can't get the men interested in the activities I offer.)
I moved the pins closer or farther from each person, and all but the most disabled were able to launch the ball and knock a few down. Very satisfying! and people cheered for one another too.
I can't post most photos I take at work because they clearly show people's faces, but this is my favorite anyway. I did blur the features a little for privacy; it still works, I hope.
I could imagine doing a photo essay showing a side of life with dementia that isn't normally shown:
people being themselves, not just losing parts of themselves...
So much non-verbal stuff remains in play, even as the analytical part of the brain fails.
