Mom
So, it's down on paper: Mild Dementia, Slow progression expected.
This is what I have known for years but it is heart-rending to see it committed to paper by her doctor.
So there, big brothers, I got the damned assessment done. I'll take that foul little document to the lawyer tomorrow and you can all go about pretending to be in charge of things. Yes. I am bitter.
Don't leave her notes anymore to brush her teeth or take a bath. THAT HURTS HER. She is raging at you because you are treating her like a toddler. FUCK OFF ALREADY.
Don't be so fucking surprised I joined a caregiver support group.
No more bullshit family dinners. She hates them and so do I.
I'll take her to x-ray tomorrow, and I'll get her meds changed, and I'll figure out a day program, and drive all over the fucking city to try to make her smile.
This HURTS.
I want my mom back.
This is what I have known for years but it is heart-rending to see it committed to paper by her doctor.
So there, big brothers, I got the damned assessment done. I'll take that foul little document to the lawyer tomorrow and you can all go about pretending to be in charge of things. Yes. I am bitter.
Don't leave her notes anymore to brush her teeth or take a bath. THAT HURTS HER. She is raging at you because you are treating her like a toddler. FUCK OFF ALREADY.
Don't be so fucking surprised I joined a caregiver support group.
No more bullshit family dinners. She hates them and so do I.
I'll take her to x-ray tomorrow, and I'll get her meds changed, and I'll figure out a day program, and drive all over the fucking city to try to make her smile.
This HURTS.
I want my mom back.