Juniper you have already had a tough time . Unfortunately if like everyone I know who had a loved one with dementia or Alzheimer's it only gets worse.
My mom lived with me the last 18 months of her life she had dementia and cancer. But I couldn't put her into a home she was my mom. My mom died 4 months before her body did . She thought I was her mom and in her lucid moments told me she love me . Everyone I know who has a loved one with either these awful conditions had turned violent. And before anyone has a go at me I wish someone had told me how bad it would get and I could have prepared myself for what was going to happen.
My mom was violent not out of malice it was fear she would wake up not knowing who she was ,where she was or who I was . My mom had never smacked me or hurt me in anyway my whole life. And the most swear word my mom said was bloody .. I didn't know she knew some of the language she came out with. She worship the ground my husband walked on as my dad did . But the vile hateful things she said about my husband who died in 2004 aged 47 hurt me more than the physical wounds she inflicted on me.
My mom's greatest free was to wet the bed . So when she came to live will me we had a pressure mattress for the bed and she insisted on having towels under the sheet and wore a pad just a thick tena lady. Dementia took everything from my mom but she always knew when she needed the commode and never once wet or soiled herself.
I always looked after mom's skin and made sure it was well moisturiser and had the blow up boots to protect her feet and ankles . As soon as mom's skin looked thin I put a dry dressing on so it wouldn't break and moved her frequently. I am proud of the fact my mom never had a sore on her body. 2 days before she died I had my mom back for a hour and we cuddled while she sang the songs her dad had taught her. That was her last lucid time .
When looking after someone with dementia or Alzheimer's you have to decide how much you can take . My decision was to look after my mom myself . It wasn't until she died I realised how much it cost me healthwise. I was born disabled. But disabled doesn't mean incapable..
My children didn't want me to do it but I couldn't let strangers look after her . My brother couldn't face seeing mom how she became and only saw her for a short time couple of times a week.
But as awful as it got I would do it all again as she was my mom and I love her.
If you can't look after your loved and need to put them into a home don't feel guilty. It's hard work physically and mentally looking after someone and you can't rest and on call 24/7.
After mom died it took me a year to remember how she was before the dementia. I never what my daughter to go through what I did. If I do get dementia or Alzheimer's I will go into a home but I won't want my daughter to visit . I don't want her to have my memories or scars .
And those of you think I am wrong writing this you haven't had the life I have had . Or how many people I have looked after until they died . Nor having to tell their husband to stop struggling when he couldn't breath on full oxygen and we would be ok . He died few minutes later. But there is never an okay . Half of me died with my husband and haven't been whole since . Then looked after my parents and mother in law until they died.
But I couldn't not do what I did even looking after my mother in law who I hated for 40 years. She was family and I wasn't brought up to turn your back on family . But that's me .
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