I thought muscle memory already had a name—kinesthetic memory. My late husband who died of Alzheimer’s drove our car until 6 months before his death. For a number of years I acted as copilot telling hime when to turn right at the next corner, or to move to the left lane for a left at the next corner. He could only remember for 15 seconds in that last year, but could keep on doing a simple job that was repetitive, like rake leaves, or saw a board with a hand saw. We built a cabin together. I took measurements, started a cut in a 2 x 8 and asked him to finish cutting it. He finally stopped driving when he failed his test to renew his driver’s license at 74, The doctor showed him a green light and asked for a verbal answer as to what to do. He could not say the word STOP, although if driving he would have stopped. So finally I had to get my driver’s license. Fortunately I found a teacher who allowed him to sit in the back seat while I was doing my driving lessons. Finding a “baby” sitter for him would have been extremely difficult.
. Finding a “baby” sitter for him would have been extremely difficult.
Reminded me of my dad still reaching for his pack of smokes when he had stopped years before.