That sounds absolutely hard core man. Awful. I don't have any direct experience of dementia but, the only thing I would say having read your post, and having a mother myself who has had a personality disorder and schizophrenic disorder all her (and my) life. I know something about the emotional toll of having to face dealing with a parent who, through illness, and without meaning to, can be extremely destructive to your wellbeing.Given a lot of us are of a certain age and have parents, or in some cases partners, of a certain age, I thought I'd start a general support thread for those who care for those who are inflicted with these horrible mental diseases.
As is often the way with threads on this time capsule we call NSC, something you write today may help someone weeks, months or even years from now.
I'm going through a really tough time with my mum. I should probably have expected what is happening right now, although for some reason I didn't.
My mum currently absolutely hates me, despises me even. She's convinced I want to kill her to get her money and her house. She'll call me a ****, a bastard or a f***ing arsehole to anyone she can, and tell them some made-up story about what I'm trying to do.
She's even phoned the police to report me for trying to kill her.
I know it's not her, it's the disease, but it's still very difficult to deal with and, projecting forward, thinking that my mum could go to her grave believing I'm evil.
It's particularly tough because I am the main physical presence in my mum's life. Since my aunt, who lived with her, died suddenly and unexpectedly nearly three weeks ago, it's all on me. If I don't go and see my mum, then her only human contact will be her four daily carer visits. I do the laundry, I do the shopping and I prep her meals etc.
She thinks I'm trying to put her in a care home, when the reality is if it wasn't for me she'd almost certainly be in one already. I'm actually trying my hardest to keep her living semi-independently in her own home (although she doesn't believe it is her own home) for as long as. possible.
So, daily, I'm torn. If I don't spend much time with her I feel guilty as I know she won't have anyone else, but when I do go there, I know she thinks I'm trying to kill her in some way or another.
I say I should have expected it, because for her quite long hospital stint. where I spent all-day every-day at her bedside, she would tell me it was the last time I would see her every time I had to leave. She thought the nurses were trying to kill her. "You'll find me dead on the floor tomorrow" was the cheery goodbye I'd always get. When she came home, she was very paranoid about my aunt/her sister, believing her possessions were being stolen. She didn't seem to think my aunt was a nefarious murderer, however.
The irony is she doesn't have much money at all - although she has more as a result of asking me to help her manage it before dementia set in - and sooner or later she is likely to require moving to a care home, and her house will be sold to pay for that care.
It's a cruel disease.
Don't try and do it alone or be 'the strong one'. Its not possible and its unbearable. Personally I go and see a therapist to make sure I have everything in perspective and am looking after myself too. Maybe a carers group or something as someone else suggested? I don't know about your circumstances but I also have a young family and other people to look after. You do need to take care of yourself, and be able to prioritise. I personally find that really hard without talking to someone else who's not directly involved.
its such a curse that the people you love the most are the ones that can cause you the most emotional pain, even if they don't mean it. There is only so much rationalising and being intellectually aware of her condition can help. Emotionally it still hurts.
My own issue at the moment, perhaps more close to this thread, is that my dad had a stroke about 15 years ago. He has been on the cognitive decline and is now a bit problematic. He went back to the doctors a while ago who told him he most likely had a number of follow on mini strokes and has brain damage, and there was a possibility he had Parkinsons and should keep coming back for tests (he didnt). I think its getting worse and it really resembles parkinsons (which his dad had when he died). His hands shake, he cant hold pens or tea, and he can't remember stuff. I go to the match with him and he understands everything while he's there but won't remember one week to the next, can't remember any players. I can see his eyes go blank and he starts to panic over basic questions and he can't follow threads of basic information or conversational exchanges.
Anyway, my bigger issue with him, is he's a total stubborn bastard. He won't go back to the doctors. Won't get any more help. He just thinks there's nothing you can do except slowly deteriorate in his own juices. If me or my sister suggest going or getting help he gets visibly angry and stroppy. He's also limping badly now and is struggling to walk as his hip is giving up, but I genuinely reckon he'll let his leg fall off before doing anything about it. Selfishly I want him to be proactive about these things because between him and my insane but also increasingly aged and physically decrepit mum they are storing up a ticking time bomb for us to deal with. They have no money or resources.
I'd appreciate any advice from anyone who's found a way to engage with and manage completely reticent parents with cognitive issues and get them to embrace help and support from professionals while they still can.
All the best everyone.