I know everyone affected by dementia is on the same unfortunate journey but I am really struggling to cope and wonder if antidepressants could help.
How do you all cope watching your LO being slowly eaten away by this wicked disease?
My lovely mum has Alzheimer’s. She was diagnosed in around 2018 and as with this disease it is slowly getting worse.
I’m lucky in the sense that she still recognises me, my sister, my dad and my two children. She also asks about my dh so is still aware of him too.
But she is getting worse, has no sense of personal hygiene, just wonders around the house all day or sleeps. She has a 5 minute memory now. She wouldn’t know how to cook for herself or make a drink, she can not use the phone. Dad fell in the garden the other day and she just stared at him and told him off for being ‘silly’. I worry something may happen to dad and mum wouldn’t raise the alarm.
I live in the same village as them and will see them most days. But it’s so hard seeing them go through this. I thought my dad was a strong capable person but this has broken him (he often says he may as well have dementia too as it’s ruined his life). He is 82 soon, he struggles, worries all the time and calls upon me for a lot of help. I do all I can to help them but it’s hard going as I have my own small business to run, a rescue dog and two teen dc (as well as my poor dh who hears nothing but tales of woe regarding my parents).
Dad was in denial for a long, long time which put a huge amount of stress on me and my sister but gradually he has relented a bit and agreed for mum to go to a day centre once a week (she could do with going at least twice a week but he won’t hear of it because of the cost) and a carer come in every morning to help mum shower and dress (this has been a god send).
This has all helped but the constant worry and stressing over them has taken it’s toll on my mental health (which wasn’t great to start with tbh) and I don’t think I will get through the worst of this disease without some back up, I am seriously considering some medical help and GP has offered me Prozac.
How do you cope with the strain of looking after a loved one with this dreadful, evil disease?