Yesterday, my husband told me some utterly bizarre tale about lots of people who had been in the house, who he did not know. They apparently took 'things' away, including wine. I asked why he let a lot of people he did not know into the house, and he said he did know some of them, just not all of them. I asked who the people he did know were, only to be told 'I don't know'. I think this was all about the fact that while he was all alone in the house because I was out at a meeting he had consumed the only bottle of wine in the house. I came back exhausted, longing for some food and the odd glass, only to find he had had the lot, and was not pleased. He said they must have drunk the wine. I pointed out that only one glass (a slightly chipped tumbler - very refined) had some dregs of wine in it when I came in, and not a dirty wineglass had been in evidence. I know this level of logic is pointless. Anyway, I said I did not believe this story, and thought he was making it up. Big tantrums. So I said words to the effect of 'Look, isn't it about time you accepted that you have a condition that makes you get confused about things?' 'What condition?' 'You have something called vascular dementia. It damages parts of your brain so you don't remember things well'. 'I don't' 'Well why do you think we go to see Dr Emerson every 3 months?' 'I don't know' etc etc etc Does he really not know he is not the same as he was 10 years ago? If so, is that good, from his point of view, or should the idea that he has an illness that accounts for why he gets so confused be introduced, so he has an excuse for it (He normally likes excuses, and is fascinated by things medical).