So my mom took a big step down the dementia road last Friday night. By morning I, her daughter, was now her good friend. After a walk she wanted to take a bus and the streetcar to go home...you get the picture. When I visited on Sunday it seemed like my presence there created more confusion for her. The CNA said she had a great morning. I visited a bit but she seemed depressed and when I went to go home she assumed she would be going with me since she was not in her home and I think I was familiar. We had a big problem with transitioning for me to go home and her to stay. I said goodbye and it seemed like she went back in with the CNA but then they came through the door again...my mom in the wheel chair saying she was going home with me. The CNA said she suddenly stood and nearly fell trying to get back to the door to go with me. She has the strength to do this new behavior of suddenly standing but can't maintain standing and will fall if someone isn't right there to hold her up.
I don't know what to do to make this easier for my mom. I would like to visit her but in a way that doesn't create more confusion for her. I usually just go along with where she is at...I'm fine with being her good friend and sometimes her daughter in her mind. She just started all these new behaviors of jumping up to go to an imaginary doctor's appointment or imaginary church (not on Sunday) or imaginary shopping trip appointment. All this jumping up is now making her back hurt worse, and I'm afraid we might have to add more pain med.
I don't know what to do.
I know that if my mom was rational and able to control all of this, it would not be her desire to consume my life with her problems. All of us want to feel significant and loved. My mother no longer knows how to go about getting that need met in a healthy way.
Let me know how that "letting go" thing goes for you. :) Even this afternoon I was telling my husband the same old stuff trying to talk through the guilty feelings. Rationally I know that I can't fix anything and that at times my presence just causes her anxiety, but it's hard to let go.
My situation is compounded by the fact that Mom has been mentally ill (but high functioning most of the time) for 30 years - since I was a young adult. Honestly, she's just worn me out after all this time.
Last week one of the staff asked Mom if she'd like for them to call me to pick up something for her at the grocery store. Her response was, "NO! Don't call her! She always gets mad at me!" Thankfully they know who is always mad.
As my visits decreased, so did her absolute dependence on me. Her physical therapist reminds me that the more I do for her, the more she declines and becomes unable to do for herself. I was in the role of anticipating her needs and wants, so she didn't even have to verbalize them. It's hard to watch her do something that I could take away from her and do in a nanosecond, but that really isn't helpful to her. I was a big part of the problem. And I made myself an easy target for her frustrations.
I'm sure this phase will end. Things are getting worse. Sometimes she doesn't know me or my brother. But instead of being heartbroken over this, which is what I expected, I am comforted by the fact that she's not grieving about missing anyone. She's living in the moment.
I agree that we need to keep an eye on what is going on at AL's and NH's, but just seeing my mother's smile when one of the staff shows up lets me know that she feels safe and at home there.
When my mother first moved to the AL close to me, I took care of everything for her. She called me day and night. She vented all of her frustrations to me. Every call felt like she was accusing me because she was unhappy. I jumped at every demand and lost sleep for the things that I could not fix. Finally her therapist suggested that I cut back on the visits and ignore the calls at times. Gradually she started adjusting.
It's sad that when I'm with her, she's miserable, but when the activities director at the AL walks up to her, she lights up. That happened last week when I was visiting. But I'm thankful that she does love the staff, even if she's always aggravated with me.
Best of luck. All family caregivers are in my prayers nightly!!
Another thing: The next time you go it might be perfectly fine. Mornings generally are better for visits. Dementia seems to get worse as the day goes on, with behaviors and such. Very likely she will be doing these things in the evenings/late afternoons if you are there or not.
It is VERY common to "step back in time" for dementia patients. My mom was 3 years old the other day! :) lol, same age as her great grandson. Most days he is the mature one of the 2 though! Most days my mom has no clue who I am and laughs like it is ridiculous if I say I am her daughter. She doesn't HAVE kids. (news to me!) I am her best friend, sister (she never even had a sister... always said that was her biggest wish in life though...) sister in law, names I have never heard before... But almost never me. The most common one: Mother. "Mother" "Mother!" I smile my tight smile and remind her that "Mother" is in heaven. That she also doesn't believe, so we re-direct the conversation else where.
Yes it is trying and hard. Worse for us than her.
Keep visiting her.
God Bless you - we are doing the best we can.