I didn’t know enough.
I knew that people with Alzheimer’s and other dementias are sensitive to temperature, so I heated the bathroom before bringing my mother to the shower. And I had my mother test the water to be sure it was neither too hot nor too cold. I used baby shampoo on her hair so that any suds that got on her face wouldn’t sting her eyes. And I tried to preserve a bit of control for her by giving her a washcloth to do as much of the washing as she could by herself.
In spite of all that, my mother was cranky throughout the entire process.
I asked her if the water was too hot. “No. I’d rather put up with it like this than have you change it to too cold.” Her tone made it clear she felt put upon.
Sarcasm was her defense if I tried to tell her what to do. After she had washed her legs over and over, I suggested she switch to washing her arms. “Oh well! I don’t care if my legs go dirty,” she said, glaring at me. “I guess people don’t wash the way they used to!”
Even after she was thoroughly dried and dressed, she claimed she was ”freezing cold” and “still soaking wet.”
Her interpretation of what was happening was the opposite of mine. I thought I was doing something for her; she thought I was doing something to her.
Still, I felt bathing her was a job that needed to be done, so I focused on the bath and ignored the sarcasm.
In the Alzheimer’s caregiver groups I now facilitate, resistance to bathing comes up frequently. One man reported his wife held on to the grab bar outside the shower and refused to let go and get in. A woman said her husband pushed her away every time she mentioned getting a bath. And at a recent meeting, Sam, clearly at his wits’ end, pleaded, “Please help me. How can I stop my wife from screaming when I give her a shower?”
For a long time, we had few answers other than things I had tried with my mother with limited success. I thought of bathing resistance as one of the unsolved mysteries of Alzheimer’s.
Then, haunted by the desperation in Sam’s voice when he begged for some advice on bathing his wife, I ordered a copy of Bathing Without a Battle: Person-Directed Care of Individuals with Dementia by Ann Louise Barrick, Joanne Rader, et al, (2008). It is written primarily for professional caregivers, but most of it applies equally to people being cared for at home.
Reading the book opened my eyes to how much we could change the experience of bathing for people living with dementia if only we more fully respected them, if only we believed their feelings, reasons and right to choose were just as important as ours.
And if only we were more flexible about ways to get clean.
The philosophy expressed in the book is that the person is more important than the task.
The authors call this person-directed care. It is based on the expressed preferences of the ones being cared for, which gives them more control and allows them to feel less at the mercy of others. That is, it’s based on respect.
It’s important to understand why in caregiving so many problems are associated with personal care, like bathing, dressing and undressing, and shaving. They all entail entering the personal space of the care recipient. That can feel like an invasion to anyone who doesn’t expect it, hasn’t given permission or doesn’t want it.
In cases of dementia, people don’t always realize they need help, making it more likely they will strike out verbally or even physically against what they perceive as an assault.
We think nothing of calmly declaring, “It’s time for your bath.” Yet a study of 33 people with dementia found that 92 percent of them immediately became agitated or resistive on hearing that—like the man who pushed his wife away when she even mentioned the word.
Bathing clearly represents a threat to these people—or, more likely, multiple threats, some of which easily escape our notice.
There’s the threat of being deprived of control; the threat of being naked, vulnerable and exposed; the shame of not being able to do these things for themselves; and often the anticipation of pain and the fear of falling.
In addition, there are the more openly expressed objections to bathing, such as room temperature or water that is too hot or too cold.
To the caregiver reading this, the idea of bathing your loved one may now seem more daunting than ever. How do you overcome so many hindrances?
Barrick and Rader have many good suggestions and a fresh perspective on ways to get clean. I’ll discuss them in my next blog; but the real game changer in my mind is the authors’ respectful approach.
They say the battle starts with the invitation to the bath, that is, how you initiate the conversation about the need for a bath. And it does need to be a conversation. It makes a difference whether you plan with the person when and how he wants to bathe, or you dictate, “It’s time for your bath.”
When you show respect for and honor your loved one’s preferences, you demonstrate that you care about how they feel. That goes a long way toward changing the person’s experience of the bath.
I know it would have made a world of difference in the way my mother and I lived with her dementia.
She preferred to shower in the morning. She said showering in the evening made her feel like a child.
But for what seemed like a good reason, I overruled her. She suffered from painful edema in her legs and ankles if she was upright for more than ten minutes. If I showered her in the morning, her legs would swell so much by the time I got to helping her dress that we couldn’t put on her compression stockings. An evening shower worked because she was about to get into bed for the night.
I explained that to her a number of times, but she couldn’t put it all together. I thought I had no choice. I never considered alternative ways of bathing. I just quietly proceeded while not responding to her complaints.
No wonder she found so much to complain about during the shower! She was looking for some evidence that I cared how she felt.
People who saw me with my mother often commented on my patience. And yes, one meaning of patience is enduring provocation with calmness.
Not reacting is better than reacting with anger, but what people with dementia need is connection. Dementia often impairs their perception of how much their caregiver is doing for them. My mother didn’t see how much I did; she needed other evidence that I cared.
She would have seen it if I had honored her preference for a morning shower and had sat and read to her afterwards while she lay in bed and let the swelling subside.
At the distance of many years, it’s easy to imagine that I could have done much more—easy because it’s hard to recall how exhausting it all was at the time.
At the very least, I could have sat down and invited her to tell me how she wanted to bathe and tried to work with her instead of just explaining why it had to be an evening shower. And when she complained, I could have said, “I’m so sorry we have to do it this way,” instead of simply not reacting.
If I had done those things, I would have moved beyond patience to compassion.
Maggie Sullivan has come to know Alzheimer’s intimately. She was caregiver and advocate during the eight years her mother lived with the disease. For the past 30 years, she has facilitated caregiver support groups for the Alzheimer’s Association, learning from the experience of more than 300 members of those groups. The opinions she expresses here are her own. Maggie is also a writer whose essays and articles have appeared in the New York Times and elsewhere.