My mother is now in a nursing home with dementia.
Going to see her, I'm finding it very hard to deal with. I don't know how my father has the patience to talk to her - she is so variable. Mostly she's aggressive, demanding to know when she's going home.
So I sit there listening to this conversation and I can feel the shakes coming on. The level of anxiety I'm feeling is going through the roof. I make an excuse to get out, go out to sit in my car in the car park and try to calm down.
Last visit she forgot who I am. I was suddenly a stranger, not her son. Other times she's looked at me and asked what have I done to my hair (I'm going gray).
All the things she's doing I understand is precisely what can expected from someone with dementia. It's easier to read about it than to actually see it in person.
This stuff has been going on for about two years now. She was only diagnosed last November. It was the hardest thing I've ever done when my brother and I had to walk away from her to force the authorities to do something.
Since then things have gotten better, and she is in a place that can look after her. It's just trying to deal with visiting her, the intense feelings of dread I get are hard.
Going to see her, I'm finding it very hard to deal with. I don't know how my father has the patience to talk to her - she is so variable. Mostly she's aggressive, demanding to know when she's going home.
So I sit there listening to this conversation and I can feel the shakes coming on. The level of anxiety I'm feeling is going through the roof. I make an excuse to get out, go out to sit in my car in the car park and try to calm down.
Last visit she forgot who I am. I was suddenly a stranger, not her son. Other times she's looked at me and asked what have I done to my hair (I'm going gray).
All the things she's doing I understand is precisely what can expected from someone with dementia. It's easier to read about it than to actually see it in person.
This stuff has been going on for about two years now. She was only diagnosed last November. It was the hardest thing I've ever done when my brother and I had to walk away from her to force the authorities to do something.
Since then things have gotten better, and she is in a place that can look after her. It's just trying to deal with visiting her, the intense feelings of dread I get are hard.