My mum was diagnosed nearly 2 year ago with vascular and Alzheimer’s. It’s been a fast moving rollercoaster of tears, pain, guilt and willing death.
she managed a year in assisted living but it became unsafe (making a coffee on a plate etc etc), lots of falls, and 2am phone calls wondering where everyone was and why was it dark all day)
she’s now in a dementia care home and absolutely hates it. It’s too loud, noisy and full of thief's. The assisted living place was always described as lonely as everyone went back to their flats after lunch until the next day.
I took her out today and she cried all through lunch, it became a painful experience that I struggled with (I’m autistic)
I just can’t win, she needs to be safe, but she thinks most of the people she lives with aren’t anything like her and she doesn’t need to be there.
she’s very local to me so I can pop in most days but I hate it, it’s not a nice experience. There’s always something! If I don’t go within a couple of days the next time I do go it’s all tears and how worried she’s been about me as it’s been weeks.
im willing her to die (which kills a little extra bit of me each day)