Very interesting in depth and lengthy article with pics. about " wandering".
Noting that A. patients tend to go in the direction of whichever is their dominant hand.
http://projects.thestar.com/news/insight/2014/11/28/the_conundrum_of_dementiadriven_wandering.html
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Six in 10 people with Alzheimers and other forms of dementia become lost at least once. Why do they wander, and how do we stop them?
By Amy Dempsey - Feature Writer
& Richard Lautens - Photographer
Noting that A. patients tend to go in the direction of whichever is their dominant hand.
http://projects.thestar.com/news/insight/2014/11/28/the_conundrum_of_dementiadriven_wandering.html
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Six in 10 people with Alzheimers and other forms of dementia become lost at least once. Why do they wander, and how do we stop them?
By Amy Dempsey - Feature Writer
& Richard Lautens - Photographer
James Berry had a destination in mind when he left his house that cold April morning, but no one knows what it was or if he ever got there. Not even him.
Cars whizzed past him on Victoria Park Ave. as he shuffled down the sidewalk in a pair of old running shoes. He wore a thick leather coat and a wool toque pulled over his silver curls. Soft brown eyes and a smooth complexion made him appear a decade younger than his 78 years, but he walked with the stiff gait of a man with old bones.
Berry passed the Tim Hortons where he sometimes sat alone with a doughnut when he had nothing else to do. He passed the strip mall pharmacy where he got the pills his family hoped would slow the disease attacking his brain. He passed row after row of brick townhouses and apartment buildings which lined the four-lane street in the Scarborough neighbourhood where he lived with his daughter and two adult grandsons.
It was an unremarkable walk until, without warning, the neighbourhood faded and morphed. Berry took a step, a gear shifted in his brain, and though he was right where hed been a moment before he no longer recognized his surroundings.
Like somebody dropped me in the middle of the city somewhere, Berry would say later, though hed never remember the specifics of the disappearance, only the panic he felt trying to summon a memory that would lead him back.
They are wanderers. They have been found on highways, in the woods, in parks, in malls, on farms, in corn fields, in gullies, near train tracks, in warehouses and in swamps. They have been found sitting silently in hospital waiting rooms. They have been found trying to enter homes they once lived in. They have been found dishevelled, dehydrated, starving, terrified, wearing slippers in the snow and parkas in the summer, with hypothermia and heat stroke, cuts and broken bones. Some have been found dead here in Toronto on Highway 400, in a wooded area behind a subdivision in Vaughan and on a residential sidewalk in the middle of winter.
Once lost, people with dementia often begin to wander toward a past they think is present, returning in mind to a period in their lives more familiar than the foggy now. They are lost literally and lost in history, seeking out people and places that may no longer exist. Professional searchers often have to figure out where they are in time before they can find them in space