This site was inspired by my Mom’s autoimmune dementia.
It is a place where we separate out the wheat from the chafe, the important articles & videos from each week’s river of news. Google gets a new post on Alzheimer’s or dementia every 7 minutes. That can overwhelm anyone looking for help. This site filters out, focuses on and offers only the best information. it has helped hundreds of thousands of people since it debuted in 2007. Thanks to our many subscribers for your supportive feedback.
The site is dedicated to all those preserving the dignity of the community of people living with dementia.
Peter Berger, Editor
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This site was inspired by my Mom’s autoimmune dementia.
It is a place where we separate out the wheat from the chafe, the important articles & videos from each week’s river of news. Google gets a new post on Alzheimer’s or dementia every 7 minutes. That can overwhelm anyone looking for help. This site filters out, focuses on and offers only the best information. it has helped hundreds of thousands of people since it debuted in 2007. Thanks to our many subscribers for your supportive feedback.
The site is dedicated to all those preserving the dignity of the community of people living with dementia.
Peter Berger, Editor
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Amen to that Michael. I have dementia. Stay strong x
Thank you for this quote. Most of my siblings accused me of taking my father’s dignity away when I placed him in memory care after his frontotemporal dementia would not allow him to remain in independent living. Those siblings insisted nothing was wrong, and all he needed was “more stimulation”. On the night he died, the staff came into his room with glasses of Coke, my dad’s favorite drink, and said, “Let’s toast to Paul. He never lost his dignity.” I still well-up every time I remember their thoughtfulness and how I did the best I could in a difficult situation.