Am I the only one that dreads visiting their PWD in the Care Home? When I get there my mum is so pleased to see me - but I know she doesn't remember my visits after I've gone. After about 30 minutes we have run out of conversation and she makes it clear that my time is up. Sometimes I take things in to try and stimulate conversation (like old photos) but she's often so dismissive. I look around and I see the partner of someone who visits them every day for hours at a time. I work six days a week and visit just once a week for only about an hour. Last week I couldn't face going and this week I've not gone either. I just can't face it. What kind of awful daughter am I? I just want it all to go away. When my mum was at home I was there loads. I visited most days after work. But then I could do jobs around the house for her and there seemed more to talk about. Now, it's like her world has shrunk. I talk myself out of going by saying, "She doesn't remember if I visit so why do I torture myself?" But then I 'mracked by guilt if I don't go (like now). To even voice these things makes me feel like such a terrible person. I feel like I'm caught in an awful nightmare that will go on forever.