If Dementia Care were a Country.....Guess how Big it would Be? (& then Guess again...)



Uncle Fred & Uncle Ted in 2006 (a few months before Dad's Dementia with Lewy Bodies was correctly diagnosed)

Today is World Alzheimer's Day. Or did you forget? Boom Boom!!

Personally, I tend to be against singling out one day of 365 to remind us of any particular cause. I am rather more for a constant, even if low level, general awareness of the problem in focus.

However, in our 24/7 global, increasingly trivialised, news cycle, perhaps these annual events do serve some sort of purpose? I wasn't even aware it was World Alzheimer's Day, until I woke up this morning to the gently hectoring tones of the Today Programme on BBC Radio 4, discussing a new report on the global costs of dementia care. The statistics were so scary, I immediately marshalled my attention.

According to the report, commissioned by Alzheimer's Disease International (ADI), the worldwide costs of dementia will reach US$604 billion in 2010, which represents more than one per cent of global GDP. If the latter figure means nothing to you, look at it this way: if dementia care were a country, it would be the 18th largest world economy, ranking between Turkey and Indonesia. If dementia care were a company, it would be the largest, by revenue, in the world; bigger than Wal-Mart, bigger than Exxon-Mobil.

As populations continue to age, ADI also predicts that dementia cases will almost double every 20 years - to around 66 million in 2030 and 115 million in 2050 - with much of the rise in poorer nations. Low-income nations currently account for under one per cent of total worldwide costs, the report said, but have 14 per cent of the cases of dementia, while middle-income nations account for 10 per cent of the costs and 40 per cent of the prevalence.

Scary stuff, isn't it? Ageing populations and soaring rates of dementia have huge economic and social implications and the sheer scale of the problem means that most of us will be affected - in one way or another.

Sadly, rising rates of dementia also mean rising rates of vulnerable adult abuse. It is already relatively easy to take advantage of a frail and vulnerable old person.

It is exponentially easier to take advantage of one who may not be entirely in the here and now. This is exactly what happened so frequently with my father, whose LBD hallucinations took him back to Hong Kong, to his Navy days and D-Day in particular and also to happier times, when my brother Rory was alive, on a regular basis.



Dad & Rory in London's Fleet Street (both very much alive...)

I was all set to write an article for a national newspaper to mark Elder Abuse Awareness Day last June. Sadly, and mainly for legal reasons, it was not published. Once these legal restrictions have been resolved, I sincerely hope I am able to finally tell my father's story - as it deserves to be told. Until then, please keep reading.

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