Over a year ago the home phone went and I now use mobile (although I don't often carry it). My mother keeps insisting on having my number. I have told her she doesn't need it as I see her twice a day every day. She is a nuisance and phones my son when she doesn't get the response she wants from me and is causing problems in that direction as my son has BPD and does not take kindly to her ringing - so I get it from both directions.
Last weekend she admitted that she can't use the phone anymore - someone rang five times before she worked out how to answer it, and it's just a phone with lift up receiver and green button.
Anyway, having asked me for the umpteenth time today I told her she isn't having my number as all she will do is make nuisance calls. She said, I swear I will only ring you if it's an absolute emergency or if John (doesn't answer). Says it all. I left telling her that she has an emergency button to push if it's an emergency and doesn't need my number as I'm round there every day twice a day.
This may sound harsh but over the years I have been contacted by her at work crying saying she's going to commit suicide, etc. and had to leave work to get to her all smiles and so on. Crying wolf and being argumentative and aggressive being par for the course and getting downright nastier by the day. Oh - also the infamous GP who I asked for help in October 2018 for a dementia diagnosis and suggested that it might be me that has the problem! has now asked social services to assess her for day to day living, ie making cup of tea, climbing stairs, etc. and any useful aids. Furious is not the word, she has all the aids available, perfectly capable of doing all those things, even does the stairs at a rate of knots when she needs to be being nosey at something out of the window, otherwise it's a snails pace as she can't manage! I believe the word is confabulation - that is her life and people believe her.
Last weekend she admitted that she can't use the phone anymore - someone rang five times before she worked out how to answer it, and it's just a phone with lift up receiver and green button.
Anyway, having asked me for the umpteenth time today I told her she isn't having my number as all she will do is make nuisance calls. She said, I swear I will only ring you if it's an absolute emergency or if John (doesn't answer). Says it all. I left telling her that she has an emergency button to push if it's an emergency and doesn't need my number as I'm round there every day twice a day.
This may sound harsh but over the years I have been contacted by her at work crying saying she's going to commit suicide, etc. and had to leave work to get to her all smiles and so on. Crying wolf and being argumentative and aggressive being par for the course and getting downright nastier by the day. Oh - also the infamous GP who I asked for help in October 2018 for a dementia diagnosis and suggested that it might be me that has the problem! has now asked social services to assess her for day to day living, ie making cup of tea, climbing stairs, etc. and any useful aids. Furious is not the word, she has all the aids available, perfectly capable of doing all those things, even does the stairs at a rate of knots when she needs to be being nosey at something out of the window, otherwise it's a snails pace as she can't manage! I believe the word is confabulation - that is her life and people believe her.
