When a friend was diagnosed with dementia, I was told to just agree with her - even if both her sons had the same name and not to try and correct her.
Any talk of going home (already there) or seeing her parents was to be kindly deflected by saying ‘maybe tomorrow’ then offering a cup of tea and changing the subject. She loved music and dancing, so we’d often have a bop around her kitchen.
Good Morning Tuesday 12th May 2026


