Mum now seems to have only two modes. There is the delusional, confused and sweet and the delusional, confused and ranting. When I go to see her or speak to her on the phone I'm not sure which one I'm going to get. As well as thinking the neighbours come in and steal things she now thinks that until recently other people lived in her flat and may still be there every now again. She thought I had been with these 'people' the other day, and yesterday she was cross because she thought on of them (who had been sleeping in her bed) hadn't taken her rubbish down when he went out. She doesn't seem alarmed by this, and sort of knows when she thinks about it that it isn't true, but she does seem to think that living on her own is a fairly new development and one she doesn't like. She's lived on her own since my dad died twenty years ago so I'm a bit puzzled by this and amazed at how the brain can make you thinks such erroneous things.
Maybe getting her to move to a care home (if that's what we do) won't be as tricky as I think. I'm going to look at the possibility of respite care in one near me on Monday just to dip our tow in the water.
Maybe getting her to move to a care home (if that's what we do) won't be as tricky as I think. I'm going to look at the possibility of respite care in one near me on Monday just to dip our tow in the water.