This is so beautifully written. I see this voice in our loved one with Alzheimer's frequently.
Maybe that cozy, sunshine-filled room in her mind where the notion of grand-kids existed is no longer accessible.
She told me how little I do for her, how I’m mistreating her, and how I’m the devil. Then, “You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone!”
I need time without having to monitor my relativity to another human. That’s tough when another human stares at you every waking minute of your life.
“Is she cutting her hair while it’s dirty? Is that easier? Why didn’t she wash it first?” “She wouldn’t let her wash her hair,” said my stylist.
The door opens, she walks to the edge of our bed and loudly exclaims, “Aren’t you getting up?” It’s a bit jolting even though you expect it.
If this blog helps someone else understand dementia and caregiver life, if it helps them feel like they are not alone, then I believe it’s valuable and I’ll keep at it.