Compassionate every time, Dementia is as unimaginable to me as it is to my mother.
Self-preservation Society.
I am glad. Why would you want to know the pity in which the world views you?
How they disregard your views?
How little your opinion seems to count?
How they ridicule your mistakes and take it on board as their troubles, leaving your dignity behind at the expense of the sympathy others derive for being your carer?
To me it does count, even if it's the wrong opinion, it's my Mam's.
She doesn't need to have her fate rubbed in her nose all the time, dying is a frightening thing, anyone who says otherwise is not being honest, IMO.
Mam said to me today 'I think every night, as you do when you're 85, will I wake up in the morning?'.
We were talking about an old lady who was celebrating her 106th birthday...'too long' we both said.
Different thing when it's you.
Compassion, kindness, lies and avoidance of the truth.
Comfort to the end, that's what I shall give me mother, if the old b*gger doesn't finish me off first.