I just wanted to post our experience because I remember how worried I was about making the decision to move my mom into care. I often see threads here about "should we?" or "is it time?" I also struggled with this decision for a couple of years. We even had a false start once a year ago, when we accepted the offer of a subsidized placement through the health authority. It wasn't the right place for my mom, and I don't think any of us were quite ready for it. We brought her back home after a few days. For the following 8 months, my daughter and her partner moved in with my mom and took care of her. We all struggled as we watched her disease torment her. She became frustrated, suspicious and angry. Her home stopped being a comforting place for her. She was anxious all the time- worrying about things being in their proper place, or upsetting the people who lived in her building with her repeated questions and angry outbursts when she would get frustrated. She worried about money and how to pay for things (I was managing all of this by then) She started to have increasing difficulty with incontinence. She had a couple of short stays in respite care which went very well. This encouraged us. She enjoyed the social activities and seemed much calmer in a structured environment. She attended an adult day care program a couple of days a week and seemed to enjoy that as well. Last August, we decided things were getting too difficult to manage at home. We chose a lovely care home not too far from my home, where she had once attended respite care. At first, she was upset and wondering why she had to go. We explained that it was just for a few days to give my daughter a holiday. We fully expected her to keep asking when she was going home, but this time it didn't happen. After a few days she just seemed to accept this was her home. She calls her room "her house". We put up family photos and brought just a few comfort items, like a cosy throw for her bed and some pillows for the window seat. I think the simple environment is soothing for her. She has nothing to be anxious about. All of her needs are met and she's warm, safe, entertained and fed. We couldn't be happier. When I visit, she is always thrilled to see me, but never seems upset or sad. It's a big change from when she used to call me over and over from home - anxious about everything. It was such a good decision for us and I don't regret it at all. There were definitely difficult times, such as cleaning out her home and dividing up her belongings with my siblings, but it was the best thing for my mom's care and well being. Sometimes the hardest decisions turn out to be the best for all.