Tag Archives: aggression in dementia

Just when you think it can’t get worse…………. We went today and my mother threatened to tear my skin off and began tearing at my clothes.  When we got there the carer said she had been horrible to her hairdresser … Continue reading →

Well there I was, adapting nicely and starting to write pieces for the Parrot has Landed of a light-hearted nature when it all went very tits up again. This last week, beyond appalling, is one I’ll be glad not to … Continue reading →

I had a feeling before we set off that it might be a bit tricky.  My horoscope said to expect arguments, my mother had been well and lucid for weeks, so was due for something, but most of all I … Continue reading →

I should have known it wouldn’t last. The visit this week, just the day before yesterday was, as usual exhausting, though as my mother was in very rare grateful mode on occasion, it was not as exhausting as usual.  My … Continue reading →

The usual visit went fairly well yesterday.  My mother did not trap me in the dining room while everyone scarpered to have a moan.  She stopped doing this for a while when  she couldn’t sit on her padded dining chair … Continue reading →

I might have known the gold day off was a one off.  Yesterday we had the most difficult day at my mother’s for a long time. We began by being ten minutes late for lunch.  I had warned my mother, … Continue reading →

For the sufferer of dementia every moment is new and frustrating, for the relatives and carers, it’s groundhog day.  I’m sure you’ve seen that film, if not, you’ll find it easily with a search engine, it’s one of Bill Murray’s … Continue reading →