Sad To See My Mom With Dementia
My Mom is 92, yes, 92.We started seeing signs at about 85.However she is a strong willed person and would never let us help. Or said she didn't need help, her pride. She lived in her own home which was her life and worked in the yard until she fell & broke her hip in March 0f 2010. At this time she went to live w/my sister and is still there. Not only is Mom confused as to where she is, she was told that she was at home. I'm not sure I agree w/that because I was told by the home health nurse to tell her the truth. This still haunts me, that she was told she was at home. She is now very limited as to what she can do. She doesn't remember or think she needs the walker, she is constantly covering up for herself so I won't know she is forgetful. Its so sad. She has 4 daughters and has been a widow 34 years and took care of herself very well and very hard working independent woman. I am her oldest daughter and have always been the emotional one, when I was with my I always felt safe and life a child again even though I am now 61, I don't think I truly ever cut the apron strings. Since Mom broke her hip, the sisters have been in constant turmoil with each other, One because we are so devasted by Mom's condition and seeing her slip away. Also my husband has had 4 heart attacks in last 2 yrs. his first when he was 42 and a total of 5. I have been criticized for hot helping with Mom etc. The guilt my sisters have put on me and the thinks they have said to me are devasting. I am at the point that I wish I could just disappear so I would have to watch anymore bad things happening. I'm hurt to the core that my sisters would turn on me and say the things they have etc. I have to put my husband first, Mom is about 2 hrs. from me, my husbands Mom is in nursing home where we live, they don't even consider the fact that we have been dealing with that for 10 yrs. I go to counceling and take antidepressesants to help me deal but...still feel like I want to leave so I don't have to watch this life. Does anyone understand my feelings?