Feeding in Dementia


I know dementia is more than a mental deterioration as it is also accompanied by physical losses. Gradually and inexorably, abilities are lost. The ability to walk, talk, toilet, swallow…

I’ve often been told how lucky I am that Mom has a healthy appetite. She would eat her meals and snacks in between mealtimes. Though before she came to live with me she was actually losing weight. I suspect this was because she forgot her meal times rather than due to any loss of appetite.

With readily available hot meals she gradually regained the weight. I remember the surprise I felt when the geriatrician asked, “Does she chew her food and spit it out after extracting all the juice?” I said, Not yet. Apparently letting dementia patients spit out the hardest bits is okay.

Anyway we’re not there yet. However, over time, she has lost the ability to use her utensils well. She spills food, she slows down. Sometimes she is unable to swallow her food, and keeps it wadded in her cheeks. When she stops chewing or swallowing, we check if she’s still hungry, because we are not sure if she stopped swallowing because she can’t or because she is already full. Very often she nods and indicates she is still hungry.

We’ve taken to feeding her and reminding her to swallow, encouraging her with mouthfuls of water. We cut all her food up to small pieces. She can still finger feed when we offer a sandwich or fruit such as grapes.

5 thoughts on “Feeding in Dementia”

  1. I remember when feeding became problematic for my dad. We were lucky he retained his appetite and enjoyed his food though he would not remember to eat if we weren’t there. When his swallowing reflex was compromised we learned different strategies such as yawning (when he yawned back it triggered the swallow impulse), touching his lips with a cold spoon or stroking his cheek or under his chin. Helping him eat took ages and we bought a bowl which had a compartment to hold hot water to keep his food warm. Good luck.

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  2. Smoothies, pudding and milkshakes were the greatest blessing during the last year with my dad.. especially since he would no longer take his meds, so we had to crush them up and put in whatever he would eat. So glad you have your mom with you!

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