For several years I was a live-in caregiver for an elderly couple with different types and degrees of dementia.
The gentleman had no short term memory but his reasoning skills and thought processes still intact. He generally read the paper in late afternoon and into immediately preceeding dinner as had been his lifelong habit.
During dinner time he would often bring up various bits of national or international news gleaned from his reading for brief conversation during dinner. And then several minutes later he would bring up the exact same subject for conversation (obviously forgetting it had just been discussed). And this could happen three or four times in a row. But at least it provided a few moments of interesting conversation and kept him engaged with others and the world around him.
It didn’t particularly bother me but his wife would frequently get extremely irritated and tell him with great annoyance that he had just said that five minutes ago etc. bitch…bitch…bitch….
Meanwhile, she spent her days watching TV, (primarily endless reruns of Law and Order and The Closer) or negatively gossiping on the phone with her friends. She rarely had a good thing to say about anyone, family and friends included.
And every once in a while sitting at the kitchen table, she could be seen attempting to use the (princess type) telephone handset to change the TV channel.
Obviously, her immediate short term memory was not as impaired as her husbands (which she took every opportunity to criticize him for) but trying to reason with her was a losing proposition.
But years ago when he realized his memory was slipping, he configured his own method involving jotting down and turning bottles up and down to keep perfect track of his half dozen or so medications. Pretty impressive.
She damn near overdosed on Ambien in spite of the fact that I dispensed her meds in several doses throughout the day. (She had insisted that she be the one to deal with the Ambien in case she woke up during the night and I got overruled by the family).
I think her biggest problem was her refusal to deal with her diminishing capacity. Her husband dealt with it head on and was better off for it. He had even read books about it years ago when he first started slipping so I think reading about his condition and educating himself helped him cope far better.
She insisted on living in total denial and (willful) ignorance IMHO and was a generally miserable and unhappy person. A little reading on her part certainly couldn’t have done any harm.
And guess who I had the most interesting conversations with in spite of the fact that it might be repeated again five minutes later ?
From firsthand experience, I would cast my vote for reading regularly and often in any of life’s circumstances.
(it sure beats out the alternative which leaves one vegetating in front of the boob tube wondering why pushing the number buttons on the phone handset is failing to change the TV channels.)
Reading never did any harm at any age and has many benefits (both tangible and intangible.)