So my husband and I made the decision to come from. Our home, the other side of the world, to spend some time with my mum
Mum. Is 92 diagnosed with vascular dementia, a few years ago now,
During those years my dad was still alive, he has since passed at the age of 94with alhziermers,
Back then mum. And dad were living together in an assisted living environment, with warden, and facilities, we at that time made the decision to return to the UK, because of the increasing problems my mum was having caring for dad, phone calls early hours of the morning, can you come, 27hr flight away,
So we rented out our home,
Stayed cared, and nursed dad at home untill he passed
We on the other hand had spent 7years here and just wanted to go home,
I am an only living child, my only sibling passes 25years ago
I have lived overseas for over 40years
Mum. Was depressed and alone a lot,
We couldn't just be there constantly,
We fought tooth and nail to get mum. Into care, on the grounds there is no other family for her, I am it,
We told them we were going home, and we did
So Thats the brief intro to now 3 years down the track
I am riddled with guilt that I put mum. In care
This is the third time in 3years we've been back
The situation now is
Mum is relentless in her complaining,
It just never stops
We have given up our life so to speak
And all I here is
Begging me to take her home,
If you cared about me you'd take me home, you don't care, you don't love me, stop trying to fob me off,
I hate it here,
If we take her out she begs not to go back, she sits whimpering when we are there,
She never smiles,
Tells me, she walks up and down the corridor every night looking for me,
I'm assured she doesn't
I'm told she's all right when we're not there,
I wish I could walk,,
She can walk around the care home, just not out in the street,
She asks us to take her to see dad at the cemetery, which we do occasionally, but it's a massive effort taking her out in the car, anywhere
She insists she can live on her own,
She wants her house back
That was my house,
Who's living in it
Weres my money for my house
We try giving answers to everything she asks, but it, just never stops,
She finds something else
I am falling apart mentally and physically,
I have a daughter overseas, she's a young woman 45yearsold,
Unmarried she misses her mum and I miss her,
I feel trapped
I. Am. Losing all hope and faith in myself as to what to do or say anymore
We ask ourselves, how much of this is dementia, and how much is,
I want you to feel as guilty as I can, for leaving me here,
Thank you for listening to my story,
And may I add
My empathy is your pain in my heart,
Mum. Is 92 diagnosed with vascular dementia, a few years ago now,
During those years my dad was still alive, he has since passed at the age of 94with alhziermers,
Back then mum. And dad were living together in an assisted living environment, with warden, and facilities, we at that time made the decision to return to the UK, because of the increasing problems my mum was having caring for dad, phone calls early hours of the morning, can you come, 27hr flight away,
So we rented out our home,
Stayed cared, and nursed dad at home untill he passed
We on the other hand had spent 7years here and just wanted to go home,
I am an only living child, my only sibling passes 25years ago
I have lived overseas for over 40years
Mum. Was depressed and alone a lot,
We couldn't just be there constantly,
We fought tooth and nail to get mum. Into care, on the grounds there is no other family for her, I am it,
We told them we were going home, and we did
So Thats the brief intro to now 3 years down the track
I am riddled with guilt that I put mum. In care
This is the third time in 3years we've been back
The situation now is
Mum is relentless in her complaining,
It just never stops
We have given up our life so to speak
And all I here is
Begging me to take her home,
If you cared about me you'd take me home, you don't care, you don't love me, stop trying to fob me off,
I hate it here,
If we take her out she begs not to go back, she sits whimpering when we are there,
She never smiles,
Tells me, she walks up and down the corridor every night looking for me,
I'm assured she doesn't
I'm told she's all right when we're not there,
I wish I could walk,,
She can walk around the care home, just not out in the street,
She asks us to take her to see dad at the cemetery, which we do occasionally, but it's a massive effort taking her out in the car, anywhere
She insists she can live on her own,
She wants her house back
That was my house,
Who's living in it
Weres my money for my house
We try giving answers to everything she asks, but it, just never stops,
She finds something else
I am falling apart mentally and physically,
I have a daughter overseas, she's a young woman 45yearsold,
Unmarried she misses her mum and I miss her,
I feel trapped
I. Am. Losing all hope and faith in myself as to what to do or say anymore
We ask ourselves, how much of this is dementia, and how much is,
I want you to feel as guilty as I can, for leaving me here,
Thank you for listening to my story,
And may I add
My empathy is your pain in my heart,