So it is hard to explain what it is like living with a person who
is exhibiting symptoms of dementia, it is something that you would have to
experience for yourself in order to believe it and understand it. One by one my
grandmother's children have to see what it is like on their own.
So last week my aunt Elena came to visit
for a week and stayed with grandma while I was out of town on a work related
trip. My aunt works in a nursing home but I guess it was different to
come to visit her mother and see her mind deteriorate to the point to where she
no longer bathes herself or is willing to change her clothes. My aunt,
poor thing, is a humble lady who is very gracious and full of love. She
was attacked by my grandmother when she tried to help her change her clothes and
bathe. My aunt decided to hide my grandmother’s clothes just to see if
she would look for a new set and change, but the situation went downhill
quickly. My grandmother became aggressive and demanded her clothes. She went on and on saying that it is nobody’s
business if she changes her clothes or not, it’s nobody’s business if she bathes
or not. I couldn’t help to wonder how
right she was. Who are we to tell her to
do anything she doesn’t want to do, for sure no one can tell me what to
do. My aunt almost gave in and gave her
back her clothes but I heard the commotion and went in, then she decided to
step out of the room. I talked to my
grandmother for a while, she told me someone took her clothes, I played it off
and changed the subject and she calmed down, about an hour later she put on a
new set of clean clothes and went to get coffee. I quickly grabbed the dirty clothes and
washed then then return them to their original place. We decided to make
my grandmother believe that she had washed them and that they were there all
along. She bought the story.
The week, for the most part, went well for
my aunt, but the end was a little rocky. The day my aunt was flying back
to Florida, my grandmother was so upset, she kept saying how all her children
abandoned her, and she kept saying how lonely she was. It made us
realized that no matter how many people surround her, she only wants the
companionship of her biological children. It is a pity that most of them don't
live near, most live in a different state altogether and they can only come to
visit occasionally. It is my hope that all her biological children make
efforts to be with her if only a week at a time.