Oh Honey, I'm totally with you! I moved my parents in with me 7 years ago when my father (the most fun, loving, strong, wonderful man) started showing signs of dementia. He was with us for 2 years before we finally had to put him in an alzheimer's unit at a nursing home. He became so combative and was so physically strong that we just couldn't handle him any longer. That was the worst day of my life up until the day he died which was a year ago last March.
Shortly before he died, my mother started showing signs of dementia. After Dad died, Mom quickly became worse. Mean, negative, self-centered, paranoid, temper tantrums.....(which were her normal traits all her life, just worse now).......I called her doctor in tears, told him what was going on and then forced her to go with me to the docs. (she was going to call the police on me she said because I wasn't feeding her or treating her right!). We got to the doctor's office and she was just as sweet as could be (I had told them I didn't know which woman they would see when she got there). Anyway, he felt she was depressed and maybe starting with dementia, I thought, gee, no kidding.
He started her on a small dose of anti depressant and it saved us. The meaness is pretty much gone. I have to say he also started me on the same thing and that might be a big help to the situation as it seemed to give me more patience. I wish I had it when Dad was here!
So my first word of advice is really let it all out to her doctor and get her some meds and believe me, it wouldn't hurt for you to have something to help you deal with it also. Support groups are great but they can't come home with you!
Next, I've learned in these last 7 years with my parents that so much depends on how I react, my tone of voice, my facial expressions, etc. If I can just remember to pause for a minute before I react, collect myself and not take it personally, things go so much better. Remembering its the disease didn't help me much because, as I said before, these were all traits my mother always had, they are just exacerbated now by the disease so its very hard not to think she could help herself if she wanted to. I find myself thinking she is doing it on purpose to push my buttons for attention. And I do think that plays into it. But alot of it she truly can't help. She's so scared.
It's very hard not to walk around thinking "it's not fair". And I know now better than ever before the truth of the statement, "life isn't fair". It's not fair for us or our parents. But, like you, I would do it again. I have a sister who lives many states away and though she is supportive, can't be here to help. And even if she could be here helping, I would still choose to be the one to take care of my parents. So when I feel resentful, I keep reminding myself, this is my choice, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Read books about dementia. There are so many good ones out there. I try to find ones that deal with the present issues of living with the disease. At this point I don't need to read all the medical jargon about what causes it, too late for that. I would love to list the ones that I have found the most helpful but I don't know if that's permissable on this site. Look for the ones about handling the day to day issues, how to talk with people with the disease, books by nurses or journalists who have spent time with people with the disease.
Sorry this got so long but your post was so much like my situation. I really feel for you!
To sum it up:
Get meds for your Mom and maybe you.
Take a deep breath before you react.
And sometimes the only thing to do is go into another room for a few minutes. I will tell my mother, I can't talk to you about this right now until you calm down, and I walk away and let her stew. I try very hard to remember to say I love you and to hug her even when I might not be feeling real loving towards her!
Don't argue with her or try to reason with her when she's in that frame of mind. It just doesn't work.
Read everything you can get your hands on about living with dementia.
I wish you luck from the bottom of my heart. We are on a very long rough road. But when it's over, we can know we did everything we could with love and respect for our parent and put our heads down to sleep at night without remorse. God, I hope anyway!
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