Lily, 96 with mid stage dementia, has developed an obsession with tidying clothes. She takes them all out of the cupboard, begins to sort them (in no useful order, of course, bless her!), puts half back, leaves the 'sorted' half blocking the dining table or the washing machine top, or all around the bathroom so there is no space... then the next day begins the whole sorry process again, losing things in the process, with no memory of the day before. It is just relentless! We patiently put them back as we can, but see no end in sight.
On the one hand, it's her stuff and it's not hurting anyone, as such. The SW, who is useless, seems to think it's just a normal cleaning and has said we must allow it and cannot lock the cupboard. It isn't normal spring cleaning though. There is no rhyme or reason to her sorting - it's a dogged compulsion like when little kids draw over and over, all the lines going over other lines with that intent look on their face... it's absorbing but pointless. I do think it's an engrained memory in her, like a reflex, that lighter days means spring cleaning and putting away winter clothes and, dimly, she is trying to do that.... sad to see.
The other side is that it causes a lot of disruption to the carers and us, as we are forever moving clothes and tissues (sick of effing tissues!) and each time we face a wave of hostility about repressing her and stopping her having control of her own apartment and that we are 'haridans' for asking her what she is sorting for and why and how we can help, and gently suggesting different tasks like sorting scarves into colours, etc.
Can anyone help us to think of a way to break this loop, or divert this energy?
On the one hand, it's her stuff and it's not hurting anyone, as such. The SW, who is useless, seems to think it's just a normal cleaning and has said we must allow it and cannot lock the cupboard. It isn't normal spring cleaning though. There is no rhyme or reason to her sorting - it's a dogged compulsion like when little kids draw over and over, all the lines going over other lines with that intent look on their face... it's absorbing but pointless. I do think it's an engrained memory in her, like a reflex, that lighter days means spring cleaning and putting away winter clothes and, dimly, she is trying to do that.... sad to see.
The other side is that it causes a lot of disruption to the carers and us, as we are forever moving clothes and tissues (sick of effing tissues!) and each time we face a wave of hostility about repressing her and stopping her having control of her own apartment and that we are 'haridans' for asking her what she is sorting for and why and how we can help, and gently suggesting different tasks like sorting scarves into colours, etc.
Can anyone help us to think of a way to break this loop, or divert this energy?