MEMORY PODS
WHAT IS A MEMORY POD?
When my Mum’s dementia developed to the stage where she
needed to move into a care home, I struggled to know what to do with the small
things she no longer wanted or needed. House keys, library card, guitar picks, jewellery
and other knick-knacks, even bras that she found uncomfortable and didn’t want
to wear. These were the symbols of her life. They were of no value to anyone
else but I didn’t want to throw them away or donate them to charity shops. How might
I preserve the symbols of her life while also coping with the ongoing grief
that dementia brings? As I so often do when I struggle to cope with challenging
life events or times, I make things. This time I turned to art.
THE PROCESS OF MAKING
A MEMORY POD
The process of making a memory pod is more important than
the end result. During the making, I reflect on Mum’s life and our
relationship. As I choose the objects, as I choose the texture and colour of
the materials, and while I stitch and wrap, I’m reminded of things Mum has said
or done, moments we’ve spent together. There’s a movie of her life running
through my mind while I make. I catch myself smiling, laughing, sometimes
crying. It helps me come to terms with the unresolved and ongoing grief of ambiguous
loss. Ambiguous loss is a term
coined by the psychologist Pauline Boss. It’s the type of loss that is
unresolved because the loved one is both here and not here – physically present
but psychologically absent. It could be argued that a person living with
dementia is transforming. Making a memory pod is analogous to this
transformation. By transforming Mum’s everyday objects into art, I aim to extend and deepen her life story, and to show
the beauty of an ordinary life.
MATERIALS
I mostly use small objects because they’re easy to work
with. I use free and found materials to wrap and stitch the pods, often placing
the object in a scrap of material or paper, a piece of Mum’s clothing or one of
the doilies she crocheted. Then I use wool, cotton, string, ribbon to encase
the object. Anything that I’ve got, I’ll use. I don’t buy anything. All the
materials I use are free or found – given to me by people that don’t want them
anymore or bits and bobs I’ve picked up along the way. People are always
willing to give me their wool or ribbons that they haven’t touched for years. I
use Mum’s old tapestry needles to do the stitching. I’m not a sewer, so the
stitches are rough and ready. Sometimes I don’t stitch, just weave the threads
and wool together in a way that sticks. I follow my nose. Some pods I’ll make
in one sitting over a few hours. But others take longer, a few days or more. When
I finished making the first pod I had a long thread left over. I was about to
cut it off, but it struck me that the thread might represent an umbilical cord,
a connection from Mum to me, from the pod to the world. The thread was another symbol
reminding me that none of us live in isolation. We are all connected.
I recently shared my process with the facility manager of the new aged care home my Mum has moved into. She posted the information contained in this blogpost along with images of the pod-in-process on the Resident and Community Board, in the hope that it might be of therapeutic benefit to others struggling to cope with ongoing grief and the ambiguous loss that dementia brings. If you know anyone who is struggling to come to terms with having a loved one living with dementia, and may find this process useful, please pass it on. Or they might like to contact the Dementia Australia Helpline on 1800 100 500.
SUGGESTED READING ON AMBIGUOUS LOSS:
Loving Someone Who Has
Dementia: How to Find Hope While Coping with Stress and Grief. Pauline Boss
PhD, 2011
Comments
Finding our way through the grief that comes, as we work our way through the process of acknowledging our parent's undeniable ageing, is a grief overshadowed by memories of the good times we had, but knowing any further such times will be difficult, if not impossible. It's so hard ... You method is beautiful.
Yes, it's certainly a challenging time that requires us to slow down. Acknowledging our own aging complicates things too , I think. Thanks for your lovely response C x