It's been a bad evening because I went down stairs to give mum her drugs and sort her out for bed, and as I was undressing her I noticed that she still had her pad on from last night, I put a clean one out for her to use this morning, and it had disappeared so I just presumed she'd used it, although I couldn't find the dirty one, but presumed she stashed it away somewhere, anyway, she had two pair of knickers on and they were both wet because the pad was so big and swollen with urine, that is was dripping on the floor, anyway when I tried to take it off her, boy did she go for me, she hit my hand, and told me that if I touched her again she'll kill me (like as if) and that no one could touch her as she wants to be left alone, then my husband turned up because he heard the ruckus, and she had a go at him and said if he comes near me I'm going to kill him, she was like a wild animal but when I looked into her eyes they were all glazed over, so god knows who she thought we were, but we didn't deserve that reaction, although I'm not surprised because she was always this way even before the dementia, growing up was a nightmare because she was a very difficult woman to get along with, and she still is, it's the main reason why we've never got along not really, even tho she's my mum, she's never been the loving type, people said I was mad after my father died, and that I was taking too much on, and why should look after her and care for her, because I owe her nothing, I don't know, I feel like if I do this then my conscience is clear when she eventually dies, I don't like being a carer, I don't find it rewarding when I'm constantly being told I'm stealing her money or I'm keeping her prisoner, I literally do everything for that women, because she can't do it herself, and I feel like because I'm the only child that I have to do his really, as there's no one else, so it's down to me.
It's a big burden on my family, I hardly get to see them much and we all live up stairs, but I persevere as not every day is like tonight's, but it's nights like tonight that I seriously doubt myself whether I am strong enough to do this you know, because caring for my mum really is mental torture in itself, but then I'd rather do it myself at the moment than stick her into a care home that she doesn't want to go into.
I just have to keep reminding myself, she's old and has dementia! And hopefully I can get through this, as hard as it is.
It's a big burden on my family, I hardly get to see them much and we all live up stairs, but I persevere as not every day is like tonight's, but it's nights like tonight that I seriously doubt myself whether I am strong enough to do this you know, because caring for my mum really is mental torture in itself, but then I'd rather do it myself at the moment than stick her into a care home that she doesn't want to go into.
I just have to keep reminding myself, she's old and has dementia! And hopefully I can get through this, as hard as it is.