Tag Archives: alzheimers
Charities bearing burden of government cuts on dementia
Charities should not have to plug the gap for government investment
Fundraising | Niki May Young| 2 Feb 2012
Alzheimer’s charities say they should not be expected to subsidise a lack of funding from the government for dementia research, following a study which aims to increase capacity for dementia research in the UK.
There are currently nearly 1 million people affected by dementia in the UK, excluding family members and carers, advises the Defeating Dementia report by Alzheimer’s Research UK, which warns that with an ageing population and without investment in research, these figures could easily escalate.
Lack of funding was the most common response from a base of 120 researchers working in the dementia field asked about barriers to past and future progress in this area.
My wife was scared she would get dementia like her mother
‘She was so brave’: Husband’s words after wife killed herself fearing she was getting dementia like her mother
Last updated at 12:13 PM on 28th January 2012
A woman jumped to her death from a cliff top because she feared she was developing the dementia she had seen take a grip of her late mother.
Unable to face becoming a burden on her family, Judith Iles, 60, wrote a suicide note to her husband and son which read: ‘So sorry – I’m turning into my mum – I couldn’t stand that.’
Dementia: A small taste of hell on earth
Dementia affects hundreds of thousands of people in the UK, yet few know how it feels. A new awareness course aims to help us to find out
I have been led into a room. It is unlike any I have been in before and I’m not at all sure of its topography.In one corner a television is blaring very loudly. There are other people milling around but I have absolutely no idea what they are doing. Cups and plates are clanking together nightmarishly and the sound is reverberating through my skull along with the disembodied voices that seem to be bellowing at me from the pit of hell.
I could not swear to it but there could be lights flashing somewhere, perhaps a strobe.
All is confusion. Every few minutes I am approached by someone who I can only assume has some kind of authority although it is a struggle to understand what they want. I find myself trying – and failing – to bundle some socks, pour a cup of tea and thread a belt through of a pair of trousers. The smallest task is almost beyond me.
