It’s 10 pm and I’m blogging to help me cope with the events of the last half an hour. As Maureen completed her preparations to go to bed I heard her sobbing in the bathroom. I went to console her and she said she ‘didn’t like sleeping by herself and haven’t I got a sister’. It took me a while to settle her before she told me she wanted the bedroom to herself. As I was about to close her bedroom door she said ‘who are you?’
I have no problem accepting that Maureen doesn’t know who I am at various times in the day. My role is to minimise her distress and help her to feel safe. However, I’m glad I’ll be able to watch a bit of footie on T V for a while as sleep doesn’t come easy when you see someone you love so upset. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could do what comes naturally in such situations but any form of physical contact is risky when dementia is rampant with Maureen’s history.