I find too- and I'm very ashamed to admit it - that I find myself having great difficulty dealing with some aspects of helping mum these days. Mum doesn't have dementia, but she has mobility problems. She uses a crutch, and even so can't walk very far, or stand very long. And she walks so very slowly. Not at all her fault! And she's always apologising for being so slow and holding everybody up. But it's just so much like when William was with me. Every day I had to take him to the shops - he loved walking around looking at stuff. But as his illness progressed, he just got slower and slower. And now, shopping with mum churns up all the anxious feelings I used to have with William. Even though I try and tell myself there's no need for anxiety - it's not William, it's mum and she's fine. I had to take her shopping three days in a row last week, and then I just had to postpone the rest- couldn't handle any more. I could hear the impatience creeping into my voice.
Rotten ole dementia!
Rotten ole dementia!