With my mum I viewed entering her world a bit like I viewed imaginary play with my children when they were young. We had such lovely tea parties where teddies visited for tea and cake and I got told off for some imaginary misdemeanour.
By entering into my mum's world in a similar way I think we were both able to enjoy the time we spent together. The hardest times were the sudden moments of clarity when she had brief but clear recall that my brother had died in tragic circumstances; out of the blue she'd be sad and say what a tragedy it was, him dying so young.
I'm actually a bit concerned I might be going the same way. I don't remember half of what I used to, from plots in TV dramas to the nitty gritty detail of conversations with friends.
I used to remember exactly what was said and by whom and when and could repeat it back verbatim to my DH when I got home. Now I'm aware I come away with a general impression rather than the forensic detail I used to remember; more the general gist and how it made me feel rather than the exact 'he said she said'.
I can't see the point of going to the GP for memory tests yet. I would probably pass at the moment, so I'm not sure anything would be gained. I am aware of a mental decline though, and being aware of it is a bit strange. I was always very sharp, though not as ultra sharp as my mother. She was ferociously independent and super-intelligent. My grandma had dementia too, and in her seventies no longer recognised my mother.
We're just coming to the end of a year of hard work renovating our house and I'm on a mission to get organised so I know where things are. I'm hoping there's enough time (years!) for me to become familiar with where everything lives before I deteriorate too much.
Do you feel guilty if you have a lie in??

