I often took mum “home” to the village in southern Italy where she was born grew up and emigrated from in her late 40s.I arranged to rent a house in the area where she had spent all her early life, which was just 100 meters away from the house that we had lived in before emigrating.we couldn’t stay in that house although it was our property as it was a kitchen, 1 room and bathroom, also on a steep slope.
Mum got up early and agitated, she was out on the streets talking to the locals , people that mum had known all her life, it came out that she was so upset she could not stay in this house as in her childhood/youth a family of “loose women who had frequent men visiting lived there”, she couldn’t possibly stay in that house.
I was forced for my sanity to move her to the completely inappropriate property on the steep slope. When we got there she opened the window, saw the view of the open space and mountains and she said “home”.
She may have been home, but her behaviours were the same. One morning when I went to check on her she had put chairs by the front door to stop anyone coming in, as “someone” had stolen her jewelry overnight, I found the jewelry wrapped up in a towel. We would take her meals, she would say she would eat later, the meal would be put in the fridge, my cousins called in to see her, and mum would tell her how “ that daughter of mine isn’t feeding me”
She set off up the slope to her brother’s house to tell him that she had been burgled !
Even though we had taken her “home” she had bought all of her challenging behaviors with her.
I also remember we had a family wedding, I took ger to the hairdresser to have her hair wash and set, by the time we got to the wedding she looked like a scarecrow as she had tried to comb it out .
Certainly a village like that would not have helped my mum, and would be wasted in my husband with bv FTD as he spends all his awake hours watching tv.
Definitely one size does not fit all!