At the moment my Mum is actually reliving her memories of the Second World War as if it were all happening right now. She was 13 or 14 when the war started and after being evacuated briefly, returned to London to work in an aeroplane factory and was caught up in the Blitz. She is talking about the "Blow outs" when strong winds blew all the windows out and the tiles were stripped from the roof tops. It is quite uncanny, especially when she says that the glass has all been cleared up.! She also remembered an incident accurately from 30 years ago, that I'd completely forgotten about.
On the other hand Mum has no idea what time of day it is or which season and she thinks I've had 20 dogs(only four) and four children(only two). It is weird seeing Mum as if she was a teenager or young woman, and sometimes I think she is acting as if I was her sister, although she always calls me by name.
It is confusing when Mum can talk quite clearly and sensibly about some things and then speaks nonsense. Sometimes she even makes jokes and then I don't know whether she's being serious or trying to wind me up.
Do other people experience these kinds of contradictions or is it just my Mum? She keeps forgetting she can't walk and tries getting up, but one day she might fall again. At least she talks to people in her NH and other residents visit her in her room.
I wonder if people who no longer talk, still relive their memories in their imagination or not?
Kayla
On the other hand Mum has no idea what time of day it is or which season and she thinks I've had 20 dogs(only four) and four children(only two). It is weird seeing Mum as if she was a teenager or young woman, and sometimes I think she is acting as if I was her sister, although she always calls me by name.
It is confusing when Mum can talk quite clearly and sensibly about some things and then speaks nonsense. Sometimes she even makes jokes and then I don't know whether she's being serious or trying to wind me up.
Do other people experience these kinds of contradictions or is it just my Mum? She keeps forgetting she can't walk and tries getting up, but one day she might fall again. At least she talks to people in her NH and other residents visit her in her room.
I wonder if people who no longer talk, still relive their memories in their imagination or not?
Kayla