Hi.
I've lurked on these threads for a couple of years if I'm honest, but have never felt that I could start posting. I guess the time has come that I need to though.
I live abroad, am an only child, and my Mum who is 73 has quite advanced dementia/Alzheimers. She is still at home, but only thanks to my cousin who is her carer and takes meals in, and the lovely neighbour who goes in and helps her with clothes.washing and household chores.
I am flying to the UK tomorrow for Christmas with dd 13. I don't want to go. I hate myself for it, but I just want to do the ostrich thing. We were there for 3 weeks over the summer, and though it was OK, it was quite upsetting for dd, especially when the hallucinations and gobbledegook start up.
My cousin is a rock-he has POA thank God.
I was wondering how I am supposed to behave during the moments when Mum is convinced her own Mum still lives up the road, or that there is a circus at the end of the garden (the latest one) Do I agree? Or tell her the truth?
We will be having her sister (78, chronically ill with diabetes and stone deaf) on Christmas Day.
My cousin has been mooting the idea of trying to get Mum into residential care sooner rather than later, and I think we will all sleep easier once that's done. At the moment though, although he has taken her a few times to one which we really really like the look of, just for the day, and to have her haircut, there's no way she will go willingly- she still has that much self-awareness to know what the place is I guess.
Anyway, here I am. I think I will be around for a while.
I read your posts and am in awe of your stoic-ness and bravery all of you. I need some of that now, because I want to run away.
I was going to n/c for this, then followed the lovely CMOT on a nice thread yesterday and thought a first grown up step would be to own it.