Mum (carer breakdown, now post viral depression kicking in as well) still very, very up and down. Mainly down. Yesterday she wasn't too bad, got out of the house and managed an hour in the lounge at the assisted living complex where she lives.
I had a meeting (an important one) this morning at work - it went well. I work for a small addiction treatment agency that is well regarded by our funding body. All was well with the world until I checked my phone when I came out. FIVE missed calls. FOUR messages, all from mum becoming increasingly hysterical. "I feel so ill. I'm going crazy. I'm going to die. Where are you?"
I called her back. I have stopped rushing round whenever she thinks she needs me as I just can't do it any more.
She'd got herself worked up into a frenzy so I called the psychiatric team who must be fed up of hearing my name ... They got hold of her CPN who is en route as I post.
What is increasingly in my mind is that she may, like my dad was some 10 years ago, be teetering on the brink of dementia. It's hard to tell which symptoms are depression and which may not be. Her memory is poor - she is very repetitive ... says (previously) uncharacteristic things to and about me, and others. Thinks people are always victimising her ....
....my mind has been too scared to think of the possibility of two parents with dementia but now I am starting to think that it may be the case. I spoke to a second CPN about my fears and he is visiting on Friday ... for a catch up and to do some memory tests.
What I will actually do if this is the diagnosis I really don't know - but I can't carry on like this.
I had a meeting (an important one) this morning at work - it went well. I work for a small addiction treatment agency that is well regarded by our funding body. All was well with the world until I checked my phone when I came out. FIVE missed calls. FOUR messages, all from mum becoming increasingly hysterical. "I feel so ill. I'm going crazy. I'm going to die. Where are you?"
I called her back. I have stopped rushing round whenever she thinks she needs me as I just can't do it any more.
She'd got herself worked up into a frenzy so I called the psychiatric team who must be fed up of hearing my name ... They got hold of her CPN who is en route as I post.
What is increasingly in my mind is that she may, like my dad was some 10 years ago, be teetering on the brink of dementia. It's hard to tell which symptoms are depression and which may not be. Her memory is poor - she is very repetitive ... says (previously) uncharacteristic things to and about me, and others. Thinks people are always victimising her ....
....my mind has been too scared to think of the possibility of two parents with dementia but now I am starting to think that it may be the case. I spoke to a second CPN about my fears and he is visiting on Friday ... for a catch up and to do some memory tests.
What I will actually do if this is the diagnosis I really don't know - but I can't carry on like this.