Mom is in mid stage dementia and lives with my husband and I.
We attended my niece's wedding this past weekend. Mom only recognized the bride as her grand child (there were 5 others at the wedding including my children).and did not know several of my cousins their spouses, one of my SIL and many other long tie friends and family.
Last night she was sad because :"my grand children did not even come to talk with me at the wedding!" My husband and I reassured her that they had all come to visit with her at the wedding many times and had hugged her, even danced with her.
We stepped into a mine field! She was immediately furious with us insisting she did not see any of them. Then she stomped off to bed declaring that we are just so mean to her
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I know we must accept her reality but I didn't intentionally try to hurt her feelings.
How would you have handled this situation? Any clues will be most appreciated.
We have the same problem with children and grandchildren. No one wants to visit except one or two and there are 8 children and 25 grandchildren and then there are the greats which are quite young. I don't understand but suppose it is because they feel they can't communicate so why bother. One of the kids said, my dad is already dead but he is very much alive. They don't call on Holidays or his birthday. Very sad. Figure their day is coming
I don't worry about her in a social situation with them...they never come to visit so 'screw them"..But why should they come visit their parents don't...
Starshine, you are right about the pictures. The hard part is that even when looking at the pictures Mom will comment that she doesn't remember that happening. The sad part of her comment is that she is acknowledging out loud that she has a problem. Sometimes this upsets her and can turn the rest of the day or evening into an unpleasant memory for everyone else.
Fortunately, we are able to roll with it. But it can be exhausting. Mom has been here 6 months and I feel like I've aged years.
My mom often wants to go 'home' at night, too! And we are in the home she's lived in since 1958! I find it kind of ironically funny that I moved in here so she could stay at home and she doesn't even think she's home half of the time!
I have to laugh. I've cried enough. I had a period of mourning or grief for my mom's lucidity. It is better now, though. We have fun with it sometimes because we have to have fun somehow!
Lately she's taken to calling me 'mother.' And I still call her mom. It's kind of cute.
I also found over years of dealing with declining memory issues that these things are never good to discuss at night. Between just being tired and the possibility of Sundowners' making dementia patients all the more fearful, sometimes it's better to just say "Yes, mom, I can understand how you feel. Lets talk about it in the morning" and move on, if possible. Or perhaps change the subject to how pretty the brides dress was or if she liked a particular song. I got very very good at changing the subject and we even managed to clear up some perceptions he had after he was rested and sometimes more coherent. When he would insist, always at night, sometimes aggressively that it was time for him to go home - and he was already home - instead of arguing with him, I would ask him to describe what his home looked like, what things were in it -- then show him those things and sometimes get him to talk about where they came from. Arguing didn't ever seem to have any impact at all except to upset him and upset me as well. Sometimes I would just put him in the car and drive around the block... it was easier than arguing and sometimes did the trick. There were times I would call a family member who may have just visited that very day and ask them to talk to Dad for a minute because he didn't remember seeing them. Sometimes I would call a family friend who would PRETEND to be a family member and would talk to Dad for awhile - it was enough to soothe him and there was no harm done. We do what we have to do. Sometimes you have to be creative about it. We've had many gatherings where everyone wore name tags, it was silly and fun and helped immensely.
Big hugs, and hang in there!