Hello eveyone. I lurk here sometimes and I posted a newbie message at Christmas when my mum was diagnosed with Alzheimers Disease. I have to smile when I saw the letter I posted then, as my greatest problem seemed to be with mum waking us up at 8am at weekends. My, little did I know..........
Since then things have worsened rapidly. My mum is 93 and lives with me. She is increasingly hostileand verbally aggressive to me and my partner who shares the caring. Mum is sad and depressed most of the time and does not know what is happening to her. She also has little sight left and she is becoming cut off from her surroundingsWe have come to the end of our coping abilities and I decided yesterday that I would have to find a way to have my mum cared for elsewhere.
Today has been spent talking to the 'Caring' professionals and trying to sort out some emergency respite for us before we break down completely.
I won't bore you with the details of my dealings with the social worker and the GP involved but it was traumatic. Silly really to think that anyone would get their act sorted on a Friday.
Of course I feel like I am betraying my Mother by planning this and looking at her tonight, she is acting wery'normally' and you would not know anything is wrong. I think of her out of her own room, away from her TV and without her own duvet and most of all in an unfamiliar place away from us and it is breaking my heart.
I have to remember that she has driven me and my partner to distraction and will do this again. Right now it does not help.
Sinking fast, Ruth.
Since then things have worsened rapidly. My mum is 93 and lives with me. She is increasingly hostileand verbally aggressive to me and my partner who shares the caring. Mum is sad and depressed most of the time and does not know what is happening to her. She also has little sight left and she is becoming cut off from her surroundingsWe have come to the end of our coping abilities and I decided yesterday that I would have to find a way to have my mum cared for elsewhere.
Today has been spent talking to the 'Caring' professionals and trying to sort out some emergency respite for us before we break down completely.
I won't bore you with the details of my dealings with the social worker and the GP involved but it was traumatic. Silly really to think that anyone would get their act sorted on a Friday.
Of course I feel like I am betraying my Mother by planning this and looking at her tonight, she is acting wery'normally' and you would not know anything is wrong. I think of her out of her own room, away from her TV and without her own duvet and most of all in an unfamiliar place away from us and it is breaking my heart.
I have to remember that she has driven me and my partner to distraction and will do this again. Right now it does not help.
Sinking fast, Ruth.