I think more practical help and advice should be available for the carer. My husband went from a loving, generous, caring husband with a few memory problems to a monster within the space of an hour. I couldn't find anyone to help me sort out my feelings or tell me how to deal with this. I rang 111 and was told by a young man there that my husband had 'gone into final stage'. You can imagine what I thought about that. I was hysterical but he just said someone would ring me back. They didn't. I rang numerous numbers that he gave me and was either left hanging on the phone or given even more numbers to ring which also left me hanging or gave me even more numbers. It was an endless struggle to try and help my husband through this difficult time. As it was Christmas, it was even harder to navigate. Whenever I did manage to speak to someone, the standard answer was 'there is no script - you have to find out what works'.
I always believed 'crisis point' creeps up on you. WRONG!! It hits you like a punch in the face when you least expect it. At THAT point you need to be able to find someone who will act like those people in those adverts - smiling, offering perfect advice, making you feel you are coping when you know you are not.
Social Workers and Psychiatrists (in my experience) were very happy to make a very LARGE note on our records when a 'good neighbour' or 'friend' was mentioned. Talk about passing the buck. Needless to say the neighbour and friend have now drifted away and avoid me as much as possible. The social worker wanted my brother's phone number so he could help if needed. She didn't ask where he was of if there was any problem with that. The fact that he lives 120 miles away and is totally blind makes a huge difference. I was lucky that he was always able to make time for me on the phone but beyond that, he couldn't help.
The social worker's supervisor criticised me for 'not understanding dementia' when my crisis first hit me. Who does? I certainly didn't at that stage. For me, at that point, dementia meant 'loss of memory, slight confusion, lack of concentration'. One hour later it meant 'aggression, threats of violence, not knowing where he was or where his parents were (they died 30 years ago), not recognising who I was, seeing hundreds of people in the house that frightened him and him searching for me through these people, not recognising our neighbour of 40 years, being scared and vulnerable'. How was I to know what all this meant or if it was permanent or he would recover?
I agree that this is a major problem just waiting to explode. No doubt the government will then make all sorts of promises and promise all sorts of funding but it will be too late. The genie will be out of the bottle. God help us all!!