A very upsetting visit....
Eric looks well..he responds well to the staff and seems relaxed and contented.
He wasn't particularly pleased or happy to see me today..so I left him sitting in on the "board meeting" for a bit while I took some things into his room.
I found a piece of paper on his table and had to really compose myself to carry on with the visit..he'd written our telephone number ..perfectly correct..and the wrong address..and his late wife's name..and a message..
"Please phone her and tell her to take me out of here..to take me home"
But he doesn't know where home is..he thinks we have a choice of 3.
And he thinks the year is 1944 or 1945..he's not sure.
In his mind he is in a prisoner of war camp...and has told me he would like to sneak a gun in and shoot the Germans because they are the enemy and they would do the same to him given half a chance. No emotion..spoken very quietly as if stating a fact.
And he still thinks I'm having an affair..
I left after a couple of hours because he was asking why he couldn't come home with me and I couldn't handle it. I made the staff aware and they diverted his attention.
So true.
Somehow I'll have to come to terms with this. Eric was "Eric" while he was at home with me..dementia or not. Dementia brought me to my knees..not Eric.
But now I'm seeing dementia and not Eric.
Does that make sense?
Sorry folks. It's a bit overwhelming just now...and for some reason I feel so alone with it.
Love xx
Eric looks well..he responds well to the staff and seems relaxed and contented.
He wasn't particularly pleased or happy to see me today..so I left him sitting in on the "board meeting" for a bit while I took some things into his room.
I found a piece of paper on his table and had to really compose myself to carry on with the visit..he'd written our telephone number ..perfectly correct..and the wrong address..and his late wife's name..and a message..
"Please phone her and tell her to take me out of here..to take me home"
But he doesn't know where home is..he thinks we have a choice of 3.
And he thinks the year is 1944 or 1945..he's not sure.
In his mind he is in a prisoner of war camp...and has told me he would like to sneak a gun in and shoot the Germans because they are the enemy and they would do the same to him given half a chance. No emotion..spoken very quietly as if stating a fact.
And he still thinks I'm having an affair..
I left after a couple of hours because he was asking why he couldn't come home with me and I couldn't handle it. I made the staff aware and they diverted his attention.
The brain does not like holes and so confabulates.
So true.
Somehow I'll have to come to terms with this. Eric was "Eric" while he was at home with me..dementia or not. Dementia brought me to my knees..not Eric.
But now I'm seeing dementia and not Eric.
Does that make sense?
Sorry folks. It's a bit overwhelming just now...and for some reason I feel so alone with it.
Love xx