I wonder how many caregivers of people with dementia think they’re going crazy when they go to the fridge and can’t find their food, and are so exhausted and frustrated that they get teed off that someone else ate their food.
This sounds funny at first, but when I’m so very tired and have gotten the food I want from the store, I want to have it when I go get it. I then hear, “Well, Il! I’ll just replace it or just go get another whatever it was your Mom wanted (a peach).”
But I’m tired, guys. That’s not the point. The point is that I matter. My needs matter. My Farmer’s Market time matters. My sanity matters. And I don’t want to hide my food, or deal with Mom’s dementia and her memory loss.
It’s not the food, it’s this nasty disease.
- Dementia Care: How Do I Handle the Caree’s Anger and Frustration? (caregiving.com)
- Dementia Care: How Do You Make It? (caregiving.com)
- Caring for the Caregiver (caregiving.com)
- Getting a Break: Ideas to Get a Few Hours of Respite (caregiving.com)
- Caring for Parents Part 4 (Climbing Mountains) (caregiving.com)
- Who Speaks for the Speechless? (caregiving.com)
- More On Caregiving Part 3 (Bonding) (caregiving.com)