It 's funny and sad at the same time...
My Mum used to love watching the snooker on the telly but she then imagined the men were in her room so refused to go in there! She also insisted that three women came and sat on her sofa chatting, she was most put out and even complained to the warden of the sheltered housing she was in at that time.
I would sometimes visit her and she would have several cups of tea on the table for her 'visitors,' but the saddest thing for me was when she went out and bought ice creams for her visitors and when she returned they'd left. All these people where only in her head. She even phoned me one day and said my daughter was sitting on her lounge floor watching telly, "she's such good company isn't she?" she asked me, and I could only say, yes. (my daughter was at home with me.) It was one of her last phone calls before she forgot how to use the phone.
It was at this stage that we knew something was seriously wrong. When she finally went into a home for awhile she seemed so much better, less anxious and stopped hallucinating. That was over three years ago. Now she's at the awful last stages of her dementia, but I remember those times with humour and sadness - in fact I can imagine my Mum tutting and saying, "silly moo!"
My Mum used to love watching the snooker on the telly but she then imagined the men were in her room so refused to go in there! She also insisted that three women came and sat on her sofa chatting, she was most put out and even complained to the warden of the sheltered housing she was in at that time.
I would sometimes visit her and she would have several cups of tea on the table for her 'visitors,' but the saddest thing for me was when she went out and bought ice creams for her visitors and when she returned they'd left. All these people where only in her head. She even phoned me one day and said my daughter was sitting on her lounge floor watching telly, "she's such good company isn't she?" she asked me, and I could only say, yes. (my daughter was at home with me.) It was one of her last phone calls before she forgot how to use the phone.
It was at this stage that we knew something was seriously wrong. When she finally went into a home for awhile she seemed so much better, less anxious and stopped hallucinating. That was over three years ago. Now she's at the awful last stages of her dementia, but I remember those times with humour and sadness - in fact I can imagine my Mum tutting and saying, "silly moo!"