Thank you twentyten and ssd. It is good to have found this little place as I can tell from reading the posts here that I will be talking to people who are going through the same feelings that I am. I will try and explain my situation but I have a feeling it might not say all I want to say.
In brief: my mother had a major stroke 6 years ago. It affected her sight and her mental processes so that she can no longer read, drive, etc, and is easily flustered and confused, eg, she enjoys cooking but can no longer read the recipes correctly (esp figures) and if anyone talks to her as she is cooking, she falls to pieces. She is highly frustrated (and, we now know, depressed) by all this - understandably. She has also had some mobility problems lately (unrelated to the stroke, just part of getting old) though these have been successfully treated.
The thing that triggered off my last post was my brother emailing me to tell me he had seen our parents recently and my mother had been totally confused by everything going on around her. I mean, majorly confused, as in: "what are we doing here?" "why are we here?" "I don't recognise this place at all" (somewhere she has visited frequently). It all sounds like she is developing dementia, although it might just have been the stress of visiting my brother had caused her a really bad attack of confusion.
I can't think of anything worse than seeing a loved one succumb to dementia. Many years ago when she was fit and well, my mother used to say "if I ever get dementia, just knock me over the head and put me out of my misery". I know she would still feel that way now. In fact, I know she wishes the stroke had killed her rather than living the restricted life she has now. I know this will sound selfish, but I can't bear the thought of watching my mother slowly lose herself and become a husk. I would rather she died now than see that. I also worry that if she has dementia, I will get it too one day. Sorry, that is shamelessly selfish of me....
My brother's email hit me at a bad time. I am in the middle of a little bout of depression myself, and my dh is away this week which I always hate. I rely on him a lot for support as I don't have many friends and anyway, don't see much of them. Initially, I couldn't ring my father to ask about my mother as I was too afraid of what he would say, but he rang me yesterday and talking to him did help calm me down a bit though also made me sad to hear about him managing the situation. I am just so sad that there is a situation for him (and her) to manage. I wanted my parents to enjoy a long and happy old age without the horrid things that can affect older people, the worst of which, I feel, is dementia.
Sorry, I haven't said half of what I feel is in me, but that is my basic situation. I know part of me is just in shock and I will get used to the idea that it is now my role to care for my parents instead of the other way around, but right now, my reaction is simply to cry that I can no longer rely on my mother to be the rock in my stormy sea. I am 46 btw! (you would think I would have grown up by now!) and my mother is 79.