Hi Grimsby and everyone else, well it is different for everyone, and we are no less caring whatever we choose. I simply cannot face visiting my mum more than once a week, it is excruciating. We never had a relationship previously and it hasn't changed. I have nothing to talk to her about at all. It is all the same. How are the girls (my daughters) usually the response is they are fine. I don't always know, they don't live close, we don't ring regularly unless they are NOT fine, I have no problem with that, we are just that way. How is Chris (my husband). He is fine. How are you? I am fine. And that is it. Nothing else to talk about. I ask what she has had for lunch. Then there is no more conversation. I hate it. She doesn't watch telly, doesnt read a paper or a book, hasn't done for years. Today was the fourth anniversary of dad's death, I told her, and the only response I got was "Hmm, 4 years, well doesn't time go on". I left it at that. No comment about what a wonderful man he was or how she misses him. How I envy those of you that feel the need to visit every day, what on earth do you talk about? Sometimes we get a comment on the weather, but that is about it. Actually, it was no different before she had Alzheimers, conversations were the same, i.e non-existent.
I feel bad about it, but what can I do? I have no siblings and no other relatives to visit. There is only me. My husband has visited twice in 14 months (we only live 6 miles away). He has a strange way of visiting, he won't pull up a stool to sit with her, he prefers to stand behind her chair for an hour, and makes absolutely no effort to talk to her, apart from a sickly smile on his face. She doesn't know how long it is between visits, she sometimes tells me it has been months, but the longest it has been is 8 days when I was ill, and it is usually about 4 days. It makes no difference.
My mum has been in the home for 13 months, and she has only just "settled" so those of you who have experienced a couple of weeks have been very lucky.
I hate the whole experience, as I am sure you all do.
Love
Margaret