Mom thinks Therapy doll is Real. She worries about it having a wet, dirty diaper. Having more diffuculty distinguishing between real/fantasy. I realize that they use these dolls to calm dementia patients and give them something to cuddle with, but we are concerned when we hear her talking about adopting it and knowing she doesn't have long to live and she doesn't want to leave the baby. She is also worried about what she needs to have for the baby to wear, and that her diaper hasn't been changed, and how she must be soaking wet or have a stinky diaper. She says the baby sleeps just a little, and she never cries. She believes this doll is real. Several times she asked us tonight what is the baby supposed to wear and asked us about diapers for her. She even said that she heard the baby would be destroyed after six months if no one took care of it and asked if they buried it after that or what do they do with it. I read you should not call these babies dolls, but, how do you handle a situation like this? Since she had access to the doll or a doll it appears to us that she is having more difficulty distinguishing between what is real and what is fantasy. She has been talking about babysitting a baby for about two months now, but tonight is the first time we have seen her carry it around. Could this be another step in her dementia? She will be 80 in December and has been in this facility a little over a year. She has been confused before, but it seems to be getting worse. Any thoughts or suggestions?
Later, she would obsess over a staff member or other resident. She would worry that they were okay or about where they were. She was difficult to console. The doctor prescribed medication for her that treats the anxiety and she had drastic improvement. She went on Cymbalta, which is taken daily. I noticed nothing different about her except a decrease in her anxiety. I'd explore meds with her doctor.
My point is that if she overly worried, anxious and obsessed, it will likely transfer to something else, even if the doll is removed.
We don't want to deny her of any happiness, but at the same time, we don't want it to consume her completely. Especially when she still can get around, at least in a wheelchair.
I think I'd go along with Mom about the doll, giving her comfort and reassurances. "Mom, it is so considerate of you to be thinking what will happen to MaryJane after you are gone. The staff here will find someone else to love and care for her. And no, they don't destroy these babies. There will always be someone to love them." "There is a nursery aide here who makes sure all the babies have dry diapers. Isn't that nice? Wish I had an aide when I had babies!"
My mother's doll wore a newborn or 9 month size and I found nice bargains in the thrift store. Seeing the doll all dressed up in different clothes was my mom's favorite part of owning her, and we wound up with about 10 outfits for her.
I've heard these same worries expressed by women with dementia who don't have a doll, over an imaginary baby. They fret that the baby needs to be changed or the baby is sad, locked in the closet. I guess if you are geared to be nurturing that aspect may come out in strange ways when you have dementia!