In the case of my mom, my mom was somewhat engaged. She did talk. When music was being played, she would readily clap her hands—not that she understood what was going on, but she had energy. Now when I visit with her, she sleeps most of the time. When she is awake, I can't get her to talk to me, or when I play music, she's just lying in bed. She's not engaged. I play-act. I have musical instruments. I play YouTube clips of polka music consistently while I'm dancing around the room. I can't get anything out of her. This is after just five months of isolation. I have good days and bad days, and a lot of days, unfortunately, they are bad: I'm there for maybe six or seven hours, and she's awake for maybe an hour. This is a woman who was walking with a walker in December.
On June 22nd, 2021. See this statement in context.