That's a truth. Miss Martha who was a home companion to my very elderly cousin Shirley had been known by Shirley since just about birth and still got some rude comments from Shirley on her really bad dementia days.
We loved Miss Martha, her mama had been my grandfather's bus line housekeeper/cook (Miss Eddi really just walked across the road and did afternoon stuff and dinner, enough that when everyone got home there was food soon to eat), and she was well aware that if Shirley still had her mind about her, there'd've never been a word uttered.
The companion in the LW's instance at least knows that it isn't personal, it's old lady dementia reaching out to the first person/thing it sees.
I'm rambling a bit and coming at it a little nearer than I like
That's a truth. Miss Martha who was a home companion to my very elderly cousin Shirley had been known by Shirley since just about birth and still got some rude comments from Shirley on her really bad dementia days.
We loved Miss Martha, her mama had been my grandfather's bus line housekeeper/cook (Miss Eddi really just walked across the road and did afternoon stuff and dinner, enough that when everyone got home there was food soon to eat), and she was well aware that if Shirley still had her mind about her, there'd've never been a word uttered.
The companion in the LW's instance at least knows that it isn't personal, it's old lady dementia reaching out to the first person/thing it sees.