In the years before dementia, my husband used to make beautiful wooden boats and paddle steamers from kits. He would take a long time on each piece and the effect was stunning. As dementia started, his concentration levels fell to about 5 or 10 minutes. Since then he has constantly said he wants to get back to model-making. I have tried buying him cheaper, easier kits but he looks at the instructions, puts it aside and says 'that looks good, I may start that tomorrow'. Obviously, tomorrow never arrives.
A couple of weeks ago we were in a local garden centre, looking around the toy department. I noticed a very small, plastic model airplane kit. It cost £2.00. I asked him if he wanted to try and he said he would. Once home, yet again, he looked at the instructions and said he would start it tomorrow.
Last night he said he wanted to do something but didn't know what. As it was 7.00pm I said he options were - watch TV, go to bed or do one of his models. He didn't want to go to bed or watch TV so he reluctantly picked up the latest model.
I turned on the computer and kept my back to him all the time, resisting the temptation to see what he was doing. I kept an eye on the clock though. After A FULL HOUR he said 'Phew, that's more difficult than it looks'. I turned around and he had taken all the pieces out of the packet and laid them on his desk in order ready to put them together.
I know it doesn't sound like much but it's yet another reason to be proud of him.
A couple of weeks ago we were in a local garden centre, looking around the toy department. I noticed a very small, plastic model airplane kit. It cost £2.00. I asked him if he wanted to try and he said he would. Once home, yet again, he looked at the instructions and said he would start it tomorrow.
Last night he said he wanted to do something but didn't know what. As it was 7.00pm I said he options were - watch TV, go to bed or do one of his models. He didn't want to go to bed or watch TV so he reluctantly picked up the latest model.
I turned on the computer and kept my back to him all the time, resisting the temptation to see what he was doing. I kept an eye on the clock though. After A FULL HOUR he said 'Phew, that's more difficult than it looks'. I turned around and he had taken all the pieces out of the packet and laid them on his desk in order ready to put them together.
I know it doesn't sound like much but it's yet another reason to be proud of him.