Benrese
Registered User
Hello to all,
I hope you are finding a peaceful and hopeful spot on this weekend.
I was wondering, are there any of you who would like to share their experience in regarding to those people who seem to pop up at the worst possible times, bringing with them opposition and disbelief as to your dear one's memory loss issues?
My husband, sister-in-law and I have been faced with a few difficult/awkward moments over the last two difficult weeks.
My step-mum-in-law (SMIL) is quickly going downhill with what we think is Vascular dementia. Her husband, Dad, is in the hospital and has been for 2 weeks now. She also was in hospital, as she went there via A&E due to gallbladder. She went without telling anyone and Dad ended up having a fall, after being left for 2 days with no food or water. You see, SMIL forgot to phone Dad, or anyone at all-and she is his main carer.
Now, SMIL has been released from hospital, but poor Dad still struggles to get back on his feet. All of us (hubby, sister in-law and myself) are getting many calls from SMIL who keeps forgetting Dad is in hospital. She gets in a panic and calls and is stunned each time.
In all this confusion and stress, some of SMIL's neighbours and old friends have shown up to either visit her or Dad whilst they were in hospital and then to visit SMIL when she got home.
We've now had a few different conversations/phone calls with SMIL's friends. One of them was very stern with us and told us that it was NOT that SMIL had any memory issues, it was how we all were explaining things to her. Apparently this friend thought we were trying to confuse SMIL.
Another friend actually helped SMIL go and find the car she misplaced (she should NOT be driving), then called us and told us we need to stop confusing SMIL and let her drive and get on with her life. We tried to explain things to these people, but there was no way they were believing us.
By the end of the week, the three of us just sat down and had a tearful cuppa and cry. Here we have spent 2 weeks running all over the place, cleaning their large house from top to bottom (it was horribly unsanitary as they have a dog who is also facing her own issues and is incontinent) the carpets and floors were covered in flith.
We scrubbed and got all their laundry and took it home to do it. We couldn't believe the state of it all.
You should have seen the three of us, covered in dirt, sweating, exhausted and in comes one of SMIL's friends and says "Well, I think you should try and explain things better to SMIL, then there won't be any problems". Just as she left, the phone rang and it was SMIL, still in hospital, hysterical ...asking us where Dad was. Well, she had JUST been down to see him in his room that morning.
We also have the non-communicative GP, telling us we need to mind our own business. All of this, whilst we watch Dad with Parkinson's decline and SMIL spin out of control.
At the end, we all really didn't have much we could say to those people. I guess they don't see all the deterioration (though one must wonder how they can miss it?, or maybe they are also in denial?
I guess I needed to sit down and have a vent. More than anything, I would very much love to get them both into their home, make sure they had lovely warm baths, nice food and all the safety and love they could tolerate. But this story is not going to end this way.
Instead, the Manchester Professor will end up in a Care Home and his lovely wife who was a teacher for decades, will be wandering the house, until she becomes sectioned.
We are working on POA, but of course-we are now in a very tricky situation.
Thanks for the ear and would love to hear your own experiences.
Sorry if I've gone on!
Cheers,
I hope you are finding a peaceful and hopeful spot on this weekend.
I was wondering, are there any of you who would like to share their experience in regarding to those people who seem to pop up at the worst possible times, bringing with them opposition and disbelief as to your dear one's memory loss issues?
My husband, sister-in-law and I have been faced with a few difficult/awkward moments over the last two difficult weeks.
My step-mum-in-law (SMIL) is quickly going downhill with what we think is Vascular dementia. Her husband, Dad, is in the hospital and has been for 2 weeks now. She also was in hospital, as she went there via A&E due to gallbladder. She went without telling anyone and Dad ended up having a fall, after being left for 2 days with no food or water. You see, SMIL forgot to phone Dad, or anyone at all-and she is his main carer.
Now, SMIL has been released from hospital, but poor Dad still struggles to get back on his feet. All of us (hubby, sister in-law and myself) are getting many calls from SMIL who keeps forgetting Dad is in hospital. She gets in a panic and calls and is stunned each time.
In all this confusion and stress, some of SMIL's neighbours and old friends have shown up to either visit her or Dad whilst they were in hospital and then to visit SMIL when she got home.
We've now had a few different conversations/phone calls with SMIL's friends. One of them was very stern with us and told us that it was NOT that SMIL had any memory issues, it was how we all were explaining things to her. Apparently this friend thought we were trying to confuse SMIL.
Another friend actually helped SMIL go and find the car she misplaced (she should NOT be driving), then called us and told us we need to stop confusing SMIL and let her drive and get on with her life. We tried to explain things to these people, but there was no way they were believing us.
By the end of the week, the three of us just sat down and had a tearful cuppa and cry. Here we have spent 2 weeks running all over the place, cleaning their large house from top to bottom (it was horribly unsanitary as they have a dog who is also facing her own issues and is incontinent) the carpets and floors were covered in flith.
We scrubbed and got all their laundry and took it home to do it. We couldn't believe the state of it all.
You should have seen the three of us, covered in dirt, sweating, exhausted and in comes one of SMIL's friends and says "Well, I think you should try and explain things better to SMIL, then there won't be any problems". Just as she left, the phone rang and it was SMIL, still in hospital, hysterical ...asking us where Dad was. Well, she had JUST been down to see him in his room that morning.
We also have the non-communicative GP, telling us we need to mind our own business. All of this, whilst we watch Dad with Parkinson's decline and SMIL spin out of control.
At the end, we all really didn't have much we could say to those people. I guess they don't see all the deterioration (though one must wonder how they can miss it?, or maybe they are also in denial?
I guess I needed to sit down and have a vent. More than anything, I would very much love to get them both into their home, make sure they had lovely warm baths, nice food and all the safety and love they could tolerate. But this story is not going to end this way.
Instead, the Manchester Professor will end up in a Care Home and his lovely wife who was a teacher for decades, will be wandering the house, until she becomes sectioned.
We are working on POA, but of course-we are now in a very tricky situation.
Thanks for the ear and would love to hear your own experiences.
Sorry if I've gone on!
Cheers,