I know that my situation is nowhere near as bad as many who write in, but I am feeling so depressed at the moment. Mum is still able to convince people that she is entirely normal, yet here we are working hard in the background for it to be so.
We have been away on holiday, taking Mum with us as we felt it was by far the easier option at this stage -and there was always the chance that she may enjoy it. But it was a disaster from start to finish. Even on the day we left, I don't think it had sunk in that she was going anywhere -she had certainly made none of the preparations I had listed for her to do (I had to do it all). She was like a fish out of water for the entire time, and probably not fully understanding anything that was going on. She became unkempt, quiet, then sullen, then downright sulky, not speaking to anybody. My daughter likened her to a teenager, and I couldn't believe what was happening as it was upsetting everyone except Mum. Then, when we got back, she was full of the joys of spring once more ...leaving me shattered -and very down.
We're now back in the routine, and Mum doesn't even know she's been away -at least I don't think she does. A friend has asked me how it all went, and I so much want to tell people how it REALLY was, but I now even feel it's useless going into it all as some of the things that happen are so subtle -nobody else would understand -and I then wonder what's the point of talking about it at all. It's just a waste of precious energy. I miss my Dad, who I wish had told me more than he did before he became ill. It hurts so much sometimes......
We have been away on holiday, taking Mum with us as we felt it was by far the easier option at this stage -and there was always the chance that she may enjoy it. But it was a disaster from start to finish. Even on the day we left, I don't think it had sunk in that she was going anywhere -she had certainly made none of the preparations I had listed for her to do (I had to do it all). She was like a fish out of water for the entire time, and probably not fully understanding anything that was going on. She became unkempt, quiet, then sullen, then downright sulky, not speaking to anybody. My daughter likened her to a teenager, and I couldn't believe what was happening as it was upsetting everyone except Mum. Then, when we got back, she was full of the joys of spring once more ...leaving me shattered -and very down.
We're now back in the routine, and Mum doesn't even know she's been away -at least I don't think she does. A friend has asked me how it all went, and I so much want to tell people how it REALLY was, but I now even feel it's useless going into it all as some of the things that happen are so subtle -nobody else would understand -and I then wonder what's the point of talking about it at all. It's just a waste of precious energy. I miss my Dad, who I wish had told me more than he did before he became ill. It hurts so much sometimes......