I don’t fear it, necessarily, but I often think what a horrible disease it would be to have.
We spend our entire lives making memories, and the older I get, I recall those memories more and more. Take them away, and what do we have?
And I wish I knew what it is like inside the mind of an alzheimers sufferer. Do they go to a happy place in their minds? Or do they live in a blank void? Where are they???
Both my parents suffered through dementia. I had a no contact relationship with them for 8 years until my brother asked me to meet up with them again, knowing he couldn’t care for them.
When I first met them my moms dementia was obvious. There were rotting banana peels and fruit flies throughout the house as well as 16 bags of garbage in the basement. My mom clearly hadn’t been out shopping for new pyjamas or under garments in years and would even forget to wear them. What was wonderful is she forgot that she resented me so was more loving towards me than she’d ever been in her life and loved when I’d ( we’d) go up to see her. My father had regressed into a world of internet as a possible form of coping.
Long term memory with her wasn’t as good yet my father ( who was 5 years older ) could talk about car rallies he’d been on with his pal from the 60’s & 70’s with explicit detail along with stories about his father that I’d never heard before. It was actually fascinating. My grandfather was a barber

and he shared so many things that I’d never known before.
My mom could remember my husband telling our dog that if she shook her tail as much as she did, it would fall off and we’d have to buy her a new one but we couldn’t afford a silver one so she’d have to have a blue one. It was actually really cute.
She’d want to go for walks with us but couldn’t push her Walker through the sand so we’d push her around in a wheelchair which she enjoyed. Oddly enough she was actually the nicest & happiest I’d ever seen her. She showed true compassion which you could clearly see in her eyes and facial expressions but then she had a stroke which greatly affected her mind and body and she was never the same again. She had to stay in hospital long term until a nursing home was available which drove my father crazy.
He missed her so much it was heart wrenching to witness.
My fathers memory wasn’t as bad but his cognitive recognition was completely off. His drivers licence was taken away years ago yet he was still driving and no amount of reasoning would work. To him, he figured he could drive just fine yet I was told by the people at the hospital that he had driven around the parking gate onto the hill so he wouldn’t have to pay the parking fine. He also had the imprint of someone else’s licence plate embedded in the front of his car.
Once I realized this I took his keys and started driving him back and forth to see my mom. This I did over 40 times. He needed to be wheeled around in the wheel chair also and when we did see her she’d curse us every time.
At the time this really upset me but now that more time has passed , I understand that her mind was quickly failing her. She had no reasoning ability. This was the main reason why I had to find a nursing home for them both. My husband still worked and I could not look after them myself.
I had to finally hide my fathers car on their property since he still was driving to see my mom ( with another set of keys ) so I’d reason with him by saying I’d drive him. This he’d accept but I was hours away from him which made this very difficult. After researching and visiting many nursing homes I helped him fill out the forms and finally found one which was 15 minutes away from me. It was a lovely home where I could visit them both.
I explained the procedure that was needed and my father insisted he accompany her through a mobility service which would pick him up then pick her up at the hospital and bring them both down and my father would be driven back but this didn’t happen. My father held tightly onto my moms hand and wouldn’t let her go and no amount of reasoning changed his mind. The driver couldn’t do anything so they got driven back to their house where my father couldn’t possibly look after my mom.
Without going into details , she needed help with every area of care and he just couldn’t do it. The only decision I had was to call the police and ambulance for my mom to make sure they were both ok and have them both put into hospital while taking over the POA but I was so upset by the things said that I called government services who dealt with it after the entire Thanksgiving and it’s something that haunts me to this day. The only person happy about this outcome was my brother which I won’t get into.
I was so upset about this for close to a year and I’m not sure I could have gotten through it without my husbands help. He offered complete support and helped me understand the complexity of the situation. It was unbelievably difficult for reasons I can’t explain but my husband said many times that although it was wrong for my father to drive without a licence and ultimately kidnap my mom at the very end, he would have done the exact same thing for me. THiS is what saved my sanity throughout all of this. He helped me understand something I couldn’t.
Having said all this, my only advise about dementia for those with kids and those without is to keep in contact with someone who knows you; whether this be your neighbour, a friend, a family member, medical nursing aid or social assistance. There are services out there if you research. I got my parents government assistance as soon as I was reconnected with them and realized how desperately they needed help but unfortunately they can’t do everything in the one hour they are there.
I could have had documents drawn up to give me POA which would have made all of this much easier but in the end, glad I didn’t. I’m just glad I’d cared for them when they needed it most and did the essential work to get them both into nursing homes. The last I saw them they were sharing a room together, were being taken care of and seemed very happy and content. The home offered so many activities to keep them entertained, did all their laundry and fed them wholesome food with a variety of choices.
I’m finally at peace with my actions and how I dealt with it over those 3 plus years.