I know this is probably going to get some people mad but I have come to the conclusion at least for my situation I look forward to the day my mother looks at me and asks"who is she". Because finally that awful creature that I have let in my house will be gone.All that will be left is a shell and I will take care of that. I believe that is the only way I will be able to emotionally heal once dementia has taken that "creature" away.I read on here all the emotional devastation people feel when their loved one no longer remembers them and I do feel sympathy for them but I can't relate to it. I don't want to remember "her" anymore. I want her to just be some old lady that I take very very good care of but no emotion to it for me know matter what she says.I will always protect her, unlike what she did to me because I am not like her.I feel bad about this feeling but I would be a liar if I denied what I feel. Does/has anybody else here felt this way? Why do I feel this?Mentally, it would be so much easier day to day if she just thought I was a stranger that helped her out.
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But at some point you will need to grieve, whether for your actual mother or for the other mother that you should have had and didn't. Go easy on yourself, won't you.
Actually the older I get, the more I realize how abnormal it was. I can't believe some of the stuff she said to me, for example, I was attacked by a man who crept through my bedroom window in my early twenties. I fought him off successfully. When I mentioned this to my mother, she said' "My, you've been getting into a lot of trouble lately." That was the end of that topic. She still does this sort of thing. I was anxious about gum surgery the next day and she said "Are you sure they aren't experimenting on you?" By now, I don't mention a lot of things and it's very much like my childhood. By age eight, I wasn't mentioning a lot of things and I was a very verbal child.
Anyway, thanks to the way she brought me up, I don't have the emotional equipment to relate to her so-called loneliness. It's not exactly loneliness in the usual sense of wanting company since all she wants to do is undermine, put down and control me. If I had complained of loneliness when I was a kid, she would have told me to stop being so silly and go and do my homework.
I guess if she forgot who I was, I would be indifferent. Well, she never knew who I was in the first place.
Amazing how strong some of them are. At 102, mother's physical condition blows them away.