1. Expert Q&A: Protecting a person with dementia from financial abuse - Weds 26 June, 3:30-4:30 pm

    Financial abuse can have serious consequences for a person with dementia. Find out how to protect a person with dementia from financial abuse.

    Sam, our Knowledge Officer (Legal and Welfare Rights) is our expert on this topic. She will be here to answer your questions on Wednesday 26 June between 3:30 - 4:30 pm.

    You can either post questions >here< or email them to us at talkingpoint@alzheimers.org.uk and we'll answer as many as we can on the day.

  1. colincampsite

    colincampsite Registered User

    Jun 4, 2011
    33
    Darlington
    I’m not saying you’ve changed
    Not from me will they hear
    How different you are
    They who tell of your past

    I’ll not mention the mess
    You know when,
    against all odds,
    You do your best

    They won’t get me to say
    You’ve forgotten my name
    For what’s in a name
    I’m still the same

    I’ll not tell them the truth
    I’ll just feed them some lies
    All around love
    Then they won’t hear the cries

    I’ll say we still hug
    How, under the sheets, it’s still ecstatic
    And under the stars
    It is still romantic

    You keep drifting away
    You’ve nearly gone now
    I grab hold of your hand
    To get you to stay

    And stay you do
    If just for a while
    But it’s worth the waiting
    For yet one more smile

    I don’t mind lying
    Telling them fibs
    This secret is ours
    Well and truly hid





    You may tend to forget
    Some minor detail
    But eh! Who cares?
    They won’t send you to jail


    I can do the remembering
    I can do the day to day stuff
    I’ll go to the shops and remember to cook
    I’ll even tell them nothing has changed
    I’d even lie for us
    Not just you but us
    It is for me as well
    That things stay the same

    You see, I would be lost without you
    It’s bad enough when you don’t respond
    To my advances and open arms
    And lips upon lips

    I know I’ve not lost my touch
    For sometimes there’s a spark
    Just a slight recognition
    Then just as quick it is gone

    I live for the day
    When it all comes back
    And our passion returns
    Just as fast as it went

    Until then, my love,
    I shall tell them these lies
    They will not know
    That anything’s changed

    Lies they may be
    But not ordinary lies
    These are the kindest type
    These are love lies
     
  2. susy

    susy Registered User

    Jul 29, 2013
    806
    North East
    Beautiful. Tears pouring down my face.
     
  3. Kjn

    Kjn Registered User

    Jul 27, 2013
    5,835
    Same here susy xx
     
  4. sleepless

    sleepless Registered User

    Feb 19, 2010
    3,232
    Female
    The Sweet North
    I don't log in here now, unless I think there is a need, eg someone in distress.
    But this poem is truly remarkable, and I have to say it to you.
    Forget all those ridiculous tv ads -- with their cynical worldly lies -- in these lines you have spoken my world, and I'm sure the world of thousands of other carers.
    Thank you, from the bottom of my weary heart.

    sleepless x
     

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