I just typed the whole background and then realised it would become a very long post with a lot of needless information.
My lovely mum has fronto-temporal dementia. I first noticed symptoms first in her late 50s, about 12 years ago. I knew in my gut it was dementia because I had always feared it. Everyone else was harder to convince.
I've been her main carer for years and have been caring for her full time since the start of the first lockdown 5 years ago. My father is here too (he lived overseas until 2019) and we are working well as a team and coping.
She has been doubly incontinent for 4 years, her speech is very limited and 95% unintelligible, she is increasingly passive and always totally confused and her balance and spatial awareness are very poor. But we are coping fine and she very clearly feels safe, loved and content. It's hard work but it feels manageable.
For years she has been my absolute top priority and all of my focus and energy and attention has been on keeping her safe, healthy and happy at home. I'm fine with that. I adore her.
But I don't think I feel what I'm meant to feel? My sisters, both of whom are incredibly busy with work and see us fairly infrequently, both seem keen to discuss anticipatory grief and the sadness they feel at seeing her like this. Both frequently cry about the situation. We recently had a party for my father's 70th and several close old friends wept about her condition. Especially those who haven't seen her in a long time. Everyone wanted to talk to me about how she was doing (it's literally the only question I ever get asked tbh!).
I just felt a twinge of annoyance at the friends' tears - especially as some of them haven't bothered to keep in touch or see her. I don't feel annoyed with my sisters, I feel compassion and sympathy. But I don't feel like I'm in touch with the same sadness. My only real feelings about it are huge love and tenderness for my mother, and protectiveness, and responsibility. The friends said, and my sisters often say, they just want her back as she used to be. But I feel like I don't really even remember the old her - I'm so wrapped up in what she wants and needs now and responding to that.
Am I a terrible person? I always thought I was quite emotional but I didn't cry or feel sad when she was diagnosed, whereas the others were devastated and felt we'd been robbed of something. Is it all going to hit me one day like a bombshell and leave me reeling? Should I be bracing myself? They talk a lot about how we are all grieving but I don't think I am? I'm not sure I know how to grieve, I'm too busy to do so and I don't really want to! My sisters both talk a lot about how unfair it is and how unlucky we've been but, while I totally get why they feel like that and would never invalidate it, my feeling is that this is just part of life and other people have it far worse.
I've sort of lost the thread of what I'm asking with so much typing and deleting. I guess just: What am I meant to be feeling?