I expected thing to be hard with my dad. And they are. But you deal with it. You adjust to a new lifestyle and you keep going. But it is what it is. My dad is mentally in a place that he can't take care of himself, and his reality isn't exactly the same plane as mine and the rest of us. But, oh well. He's still my daddy, I will always love him, and I will enjoy the time I have left with him.
What I didn't expect, was the problems in dealing with my mother. It's now been a year since the official diagnosis and she's still throwing herself a big 'ol pity party, feeling sorry for herself that her husband isn't what he used to be. I know it's hard. But she needs to put on her big girl pants and get over it. Dealing with her and trying to get her to do things, I'm throwing myself against a brick wall. But I can't let up or else my dad is the one that suffers the consequences of her (in)actions.
Yeah it's tough, my dad's disease and watching someone you love decline. I expected that. But I didn't expect mom to make things harder. And that's what makes this whole situation even worse.
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know exactly how you feel, its my mother who has dementia, but i feel like i have lost my best friend and she has been taken over by a stranger, someone who says things my mum never would. hope you find a really nice care home, good luck
Thank you. It's such a heatbreaking disease for everybody involved. Good luck to you too.
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