Hello, I have just joined today, after having had a visit from the a representative of the Alzheimers Society, who gave me the details of this talking point. We have been going through a very tough time of late, so I thought I would talk about some of this, share it with people who understand the frustrations! My mother is 91 and lives with us. She had been living in California and first showed signs of a problem when she failed her compulsory over 80 yearly driving test when she was 83. She failed it three times in succession, so that was the end of her driving license and her independence. She became very anxious and worried, and isolated after that, and decided to sell up and move back to England to be near us. She came back in 2004 and moved in with us a year later. She was diagnosed with Alzheimers in 2005, and was prescribed Aricept, and we all managed quite well for some time. At first she could heat up prepared meals in the microwave, walk about the house with her walker and see to all her own hygiene needs. She went to a luncheon club, day care on another day, had a befriender on another day, and so on. She has a lovely nature, and used to knit happily and watch tv and enjoy it. She read too, the first chapter of lots of books! Once she knitted wonderful garments, but latterly she was happy just knitting "scarves". Her decline was slow, gradually we had to take over tasks, served all her food, had a wet room installed so that I could shower her, and a year ago the knitting went. However we continued to cope until January this year when she had a minor stroke.She was admitted to hospital, and seemed to recover from left sided weakness within a week, so she was transferred to a community hospital for rehabilitation. Unfortunately the rehabilitation did not work, she was frightened of the hoist machines the staff used, and she had painful arthritic knees anyway, so she panicked whenever staff tried to stand her up. So understandably they gave up. Once they did however it took another 3 weeks to order a hoist for us to use at home, so in all she was in hospital for 2 months, so by then she was never going to recover the use of her legs. this was a whole new ball game for us, as her level of dependence had increased manifold. She wanted to be at home and we wanted to continue to care for her, but it has been hard. I should say that my husband and I are both semi retired, both work 2 1/2 days a week. One of us is at home everyday but Thursdays when we are both at work. We have carers coming in for 3 visits on that day, and on Tues and Wed mornings when I am at work, to shower her. The main problem has been not the physical work of caring but her mental distress. Cognitively she has deteriorated faster since she lost her mobility and any independence, then at any other point during the last seven years. She feels so distressed and isolated that she cannot walk, and wants constant attention and reassurance. She calls out "help" constantly. Sometimes she wants to go to the loo, other times she is frightened by the tv, or she just wants to see if anyone is there. She feels lost, she no longer realises she is at home. She thinks she is in a home or in hospital? Yesterday she asked me if I was "on" in the morning. It is the shouting that is so difficult. It is so hard to ignore. Of course we go into her room frequently, but if we responded to every shout, we would never be out of there, and we have to eat and rest sometimes! Last week she made herself quite ill with it...Senile agitation, or whatever it was, she shouted constantly for 48 hours. All day and all night for 2 days!! She has cot sides on her bed, and so is safe in bed, and I just had to go to bed, at the back of the house (my husband was away) where I couldn't hear her, and get some sleep! At the end of this, she conked out and then slept for 48 hours! I was able to get her up, washed and dressed, but she went back to sleep in her chair, and I couldn't wake her up to feed her, or to get her to drink, so she became quite dehydrated. Obviously I called the gp, who was very helpful, but the whole episode was very scary. Has anyone else experienced this? On the third day she woke up, and I could begin to get fluids into her, and she took well the high calorie drinks the doctor prescribed, but she was obviously weaker than before. Now she is eating a bit, but is much frailer. I am feeling exhausted by all of this. She is not fit enough to attend the new day care I had arranged for her, and I could do with a break! Hoping to arrange some respite soon, but don't really know where to start! Social Services have not been very helpful of late, but that is another story! Well I have rambled on enough, to anyone who has had the patience to have read all of this...thanks for listening!