Good morning.
I first registered here three years ago but as I haven't posted since then, I thought I'd better introduce myself again. I originally registered because I thought my mother was developing dementia and I was seeking advice. Soon after, she was diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment, despite my protestations that it was more serious than that. I persuaded my father to get further tests done privately and, sure enough, she was diagnosed with Alzheimers and prescribed Aricept.
Inevitably, things have moved on during the least three years. She is in the moderate stages now, moderately happy and moderately coping - as are we all. I have recently moved from London to Somerset to be closer to them and to support my Dad to support my Mum. I am self-employed and work from home, so the trick has been to impress on my father that this does not mean I am at his beck and call 24/7...
And that, I think, is where I am having problems - in setting boundaries. I want to support my Dad rather than to become my Mum's carer, but 'supporting' him seems to consist of our arguing about the best approach to caring for my mother. I do understand that this is difficult for him - he is still in denial about the diagnosis and hates it when people say it will get worse. I have to remind him constantly that it is not helpful to say to her, 'but I told you that ten minutes ago!', for example, or that not feeding her until late at night just won't do.
I do sometimes think I am making things worse, not better, by 'showing up his shortcomings', as he told me today. My mother has ill-fitting dentures but decided that her dentist was responsible for her dental problems and refused to visit him. I persuaded them both to visit my dentist instead and she is now getting these problems fixed, but meanwhile she should be using denture fixative. She won't do so, as she says she doesn't need it and she's fine (meanwhile her dentures are wobbling up and down). Inevitably, she is having difficulty eating, but Dad says this is her choice and he can't make her.
He said the same thing when Mum started bleeding as a result of piles, when she refused to go to the doctor. Her stock answer is that she has had piles since giving birth to twins (that was in 1960!) and she is absolutely fine. I found blood in her knickers months later and, to cut a long story short, she had a year of discomfort before I lost patience and made the GP appointment myself.
Clearly, I need to find some tact from somewhere! Any suggestions?
I first registered here three years ago but as I haven't posted since then, I thought I'd better introduce myself again. I originally registered because I thought my mother was developing dementia and I was seeking advice. Soon after, she was diagnosed with Mild Cognitive Impairment, despite my protestations that it was more serious than that. I persuaded my father to get further tests done privately and, sure enough, she was diagnosed with Alzheimers and prescribed Aricept.
Inevitably, things have moved on during the least three years. She is in the moderate stages now, moderately happy and moderately coping - as are we all. I have recently moved from London to Somerset to be closer to them and to support my Dad to support my Mum. I am self-employed and work from home, so the trick has been to impress on my father that this does not mean I am at his beck and call 24/7...
And that, I think, is where I am having problems - in setting boundaries. I want to support my Dad rather than to become my Mum's carer, but 'supporting' him seems to consist of our arguing about the best approach to caring for my mother. I do understand that this is difficult for him - he is still in denial about the diagnosis and hates it when people say it will get worse. I have to remind him constantly that it is not helpful to say to her, 'but I told you that ten minutes ago!', for example, or that not feeding her until late at night just won't do.
I do sometimes think I am making things worse, not better, by 'showing up his shortcomings', as he told me today. My mother has ill-fitting dentures but decided that her dentist was responsible for her dental problems and refused to visit him. I persuaded them both to visit my dentist instead and she is now getting these problems fixed, but meanwhile she should be using denture fixative. She won't do so, as she says she doesn't need it and she's fine (meanwhile her dentures are wobbling up and down). Inevitably, she is having difficulty eating, but Dad says this is her choice and he can't make her.
He said the same thing when Mum started bleeding as a result of piles, when she refused to go to the doctor. Her stock answer is that she has had piles since giving birth to twins (that was in 1960!) and she is absolutely fine. I found blood in her knickers months later and, to cut a long story short, she had a year of discomfort before I lost patience and made the GP appointment myself.
Clearly, I need to find some tact from somewhere! Any suggestions?