83 yr. old mother with dementia embellishes every conversation the anyone has with her. She tells me that my brother has said that he misses her and wants her to come home...he hasn't said that. She says that the nurse practitioner says that she is ready to go home...she hasn't said that. And it's not just about going home, but everything. I used to think that she was just telling a lot of lies, but now I think she truly believes what she is saying. Does anyone have any experience with this. I really think it is not good for her to believe she is going home when she isn't.
So true. I'm not good at being succinct and my "one thing" is usually 6 things, but this quote from SueC1957 is My One Truth.
Mom passed 2 years ago, and I still ruminate on the deterioration and hopelessness. And flashing back to one-after-another baffling thing that Mom did or said that I brushed off as "just" Mom's weirdness or self-centeredness, but was actually a dementia symptom.
These new-old memories are driving me crazy.
Reminiscing about better times doesn't help much. Because better times were so long ago, those memories make me feel sadder somehow.
I can sympathize with you. I didn't have a good relationship with my mother either. I always felt like I was in the way. Please don't misunderstand, I had everything I needed, (food, clothes, good education, money to spend) but I did not feel loving feelings from my mother. I know part of that is her upbringing in a very stern Sweedish family, (can't crack a smile or you'll break your face!) but the other part was that, to her, all women were "competition ". (She had "daddy" attention issues.) And since I'm an outgoing, self assured female, I'm sure she resented me. She would always be critical of my hair, weight, grades, etc., any way she could put me down. (I often wonder what my life would have been like if I'd been a boy!)
I was so used to this treatment, I honestly didn't recognize it until she developed Alzheimer's and started being NICE to me. (She has me confused with her sister, who I was named after.) Now she speaks to me so sweetly and compliments me on my hair and what I'm wearing. What a turn around!
She tells me she doesn't like her daughter (and I believe she never had and doesn't now) but she doesn't recognize that the "sister" she thinks she's talking to IS her daughter. I just play along.
Even though we weren't buddies, it sure would be nice to converse normally. Our discussions are;
1. "Someone put "itching powder" in my clothes."
I've had the nurse check for side effects of the medications she takes, I also changed bath soap and cream.
2. "How old am I?" "You're 94"......Fifteen seconds later, same question, and on and on.
Then we go back to Question 1 and repeat the process. Aaahhhh!
My husband usually falls asleep during our visits but occasionally will bring along fingernail polish so he can paint her nails to stay awake.
I wish I could see one good thing about this situation rather than focusing on her decline. (Like the fact that she uses diapers all the time now for tinkle issues. Also, her gait is getting more and more unsteady and she's been falling. It's like you're waiting for the roof to cave in. What's the next ability she'll loose?
Endurance through prayer has been helpful (I believe it was Paul talking about finishing the race set out for us.) I've got my tennies on but I'm stuck in the mud.
I guess I also mourn for a relationship that could have been, but wasn't. :(
Oh well, there's a reason for all of this. Darned if I know what it is.
Hateful accusations has been a way of life for me. I realize now that its the same as when I was a child. Just about everything. I think the reason for so much animosity and hatred directed towards me was the fact that somehow I saw through her sharade and saw her mental illness.
Up to today she could get an oscar for pretense. That is slowly breaking down. But now she will laugh when I say ma dont touch this sponge. My day in her kitchen is ducking things when I open a cabinet and looking for an item I bought or left somewhere. Nothing stays the same and its like asking who is on third to ask where she put anything. That really gets me because its been like this all my life. My mother does anything that her sick mind says right or wrong, there are no boundaries, and she been getting away with it all her life, no one corrects her. And then come miss little me seeing it all first hand helpless and still helpless.
I used to play deaf with her because I just got plain tired of her harrassement. Was real good too. she took me to the doc he say its nothing wrong with my hearing. Well I use that same defense mechnism today I am sorry to say. I just try not to act like I am not listening. I cant keep doing it to myself. I have this thing that I get engaged start to believe ask a question which is a no-no and then its on. Sometimes I think I have swtiched from tears to something else that I keep inside but I know it hurts.
So I can imagine the pain if you had a good relationship which included good real talks. I never had that, and sad to say never will. Sometimes I latch onto a shared laugh which may not be a united thought. Or I just keep trying to please her even though its neither her nor ther. Like tomarrow morning when I get off I plan to make us a nice breakfast. Now when I was leaving she was setting me up to throw away some glass that she broke and placed in a bag. The last time she did that the bag broke I didnt check it and had to sweep up broken glass. So I got a flash of that and just took the bag and forgot about plan to ask her about what she wanted for breakfast. Thats the way it is with us. I take what I can get , try and make the most of it, when I can take anymore I tuck in my tail and keep my distance as much as I can. Through side eye I see she eating. Try not to look at the other crazy I have to clean up later.
I love my lil monster, I just really dont like her sometimes, probably the majority of my life.
Like someone posted to me to just find the humor in the stories and the phanthoms and all. So sometimes I do when I can. I dont know but I feel like I am one of those monkeys Jesse talked about. WAit for ittttt.... you know you get used the hurt the shock the pain the drop in your heart.....
Let me add I cant listen to most of the stuff because its spoken in tones and undertones that were used to shame or wrap me in some sordid tale against her. I know the singsong, the tempo all of it. even the many ways she call my name. ughh. So sometimes I truly have to block her stories.....and I get trully baffeled when my sister or nephew try to look at me funny behind one of them. Which is why I find them dangerous in a family that is already torn apart .
I used to try to "set her straight" by forcing the point but realized, after exhausting myself (to no avail), that there is no straightening out dementia. The sad part is that she will never return to a normal conversation but only get worse.
It's good to become informed (like on this board) as to what to expect and how to handle it, also for the support that others give you.
Family members dealing with loved ones' memory issues have different ways to handle/react to the confusion and each has to find coping mechanisms. It's a learning process. How frustrating it is when the made up stories (sometimes very hateful accusations) are mentioned multiple times a day (or hour). It's truly a test of endurance for the family.
I want to forget our visits as soon as they're over because it's too painful to see that there's not much of her left. I'm depressed for hours afterward. There is no making sense of why this has to happen. I tell friends that I'm going to ask God, when I get to Heaven, why this took place. Maybe, once I'm there, the answer won't matter.
Another thing is that I still work my self up when she accuses me of stealing or taking something or blame me for some outrageous deed. That I am agruing with a demented person seems to go out the window sometimes and I take it personal.
Today I thought of another thing that bothers me -- when they don't remember something that happened. I can talk about something that happened in recent years and she won't remember it. I tell her that it did happen and she says I make things up. There's no point in arguing about it, so I let it drop. It is frustrating for a caregiver to care for someone who doesn't know anything is wrong. If they don't remember something, then the caregiver is making it up. It's usually silly stuff, but it can sure get on the nerves when it happens all the time.
FYI - that's when I stopped driving her anywhere because beside injuring my shoulder I started to wonder what would happen if she turned & tried to take my hand off the steering wheel to try to make her point
My mother has what is most likely vascular dementia with a touch of Alzheimer's setting in. The good thing is that stories that are made up will be forgotten over time. My mother's confabulations got less after a couple of years. She still talks about herself like she has bluebirds and butterflies fluttering all around her, but she quit saying bad things about others that weren't true. I don't know what causes the confabulations, but I understand what it is like to be around someone doing it.