Oh boy Tin - that brought back some memories! The constant chat, chat, chat . With Mil, I used to get the spells of repeated questions, that could go on for hours. '"Is it time to go yet?Should I put my coat on? Where's my lipstick? Come on - lets go to the bus stop/station. Wheres the taxi? Hadn't we better go now?" (even when we weren't going anywhere!); completely confabulated topics that she would go on and on about, expecting me to know the details of what she was talking about. And worst of all, the self-obsessed days, when she would ask repeately could she talk to me, could she have a word ? And then go on and on about her 'situation', whilst not having the ability to define exactly what she thought her situation was - yet still expect me to provide her with answers to concerns that she couldn't articulate, and I couldn't even guess at most of the time, because nearly everything was delusionally based.
We all know that our loved ones can't help this, but that doesn't stop it being incredibly hard to live with. There were times when I felt like screaming, times when I locked myself in the loo for just five minutes peace (and chances were she would be rattling at the door handle and shouting my name even then!), and times when I snapped at her to 'Please - can you just be quiet for a little while' and she would either get cross or upset, leaving me feeling guilty - until just two minutes later she would start again, having forgotten what I'd said.
It's so wearying, so hard to deal with - and my heart goes out to you Tin. I wish there was some sort of suitable day care available, that you could use, just to give you a break. At least I had that, and OH when he was home from work, could also take some of the strain off me.
I hope you get a quiet couple of days, soon xxxx