That's very interesting. I think most of us have spent time watching our loved one in their care home surroundings and wondered what exactly is going on in their mind. I concluded that their experience becomes quite dreamlike. In the later stages, my mum was still able to relate somewhat to things said to her but couldn't hold onto her thoughts, so each idea just drifted away. Much like when you wake from a vivid dream but in seconds you can no longer recall it. There would be a kind of comprehension but it lasted just seconds then she forgot what she was thinking about and we'd be back to the start.No it's not fair, @Dutchman, but to the current expression it is what it is and we have to live with it. I don't think dementia sufferers do experience the same emotions. I've just come back from a fairly extended visit and have had a chance to observe Margaret for a while both when half asleep and while awake with me feeding her. She said quite a number of things that made me think she was reliving the past. She seemed to realise it was me although it might have been the "me" from long ago. What coherent things I did pick up seemed to hark back to a time when the children were still at home, when we had two dogs ad when there were comings and goings of the children's various friends. She seemed to be quite immersed in and happy with that world. One of the clearest things she said, after I'd got her to have a drink, was "I'm going to bed now. Have you put the dogs away? I assured her I had and she lay back and nodded off. So I've every reason to think she believed she was back in that world of maybe 30 plus years ago and other conversations she seemed to be having, mainly internally, fitted in with that world. If I responded as I would have done back then she seemed content. However, a lot of the conversation was unintelligible but any emotions seemed to belong back then.
So I don't think Margaret has the same emotions about the present as I do. In fact I doubt she has any grasp of the present. But she does seem to be relatively content with the world she's inhabiting in her head and that makes me fe ng her to drink is the key to that one. Of course we all know it's a roller coaster and today was perhaps one of the highs. Tomorrow I may find myself plunging downward so I have to talk to myself and remind myself of that sobering possibiity.
One thing I should say. Whilst Margaret was sleeping, I had the opportunity to sit back, close my eyes and listen to the sounds coming from down the corridor and I have to say my admiration for the staff, their energy, their efficiency and their sheer good humour is immense. I always remind myself to tell them so. It's not a job I could do.
God bless, all
In her final couple of weeks, she lost even this connection and became even more dreamlike, more locked-in. Something was still going on in her brain but she could no longer even try to follow her thoughts and indeed, she seemed to stop trying and just sat there watching things around her (but was clearly unable to interpret anything) or staring into space.
But she wasn't distressed. (She'd spent 3 years being distressed, angry, anxious!) It really was like living in a dream, where she experienced just snatches of memories, sights and sounds and she let it all flow over her. She died a few days later, just stopped breathing one morning. I truly believe it was peaceful because her awareness had just gone completely.
Don't forget, in order to feel strong emotions (and I'm thinking mostly about negative ones - fear, distress, etc) your brain needs to function properly. In those late stages, there just isn't enough brain power left to feel anything much.
(This is just my opinion...)