My mom has mild dementia. I feel terrified that I will go down that road. I feel scared that my sister or brother will (terror is reserved for myself). I mostly feel bitter that my mother had such a hard life that it has worn her brain down.
My mother is one of the smartest sharpest people I have ever known. She could have done so much with her life, but she chose to live her life protecting her children as best she could. She was there and she didn't leave. Family members offered to take us, but she didn't let them. We were stolen from her and she got us back. She could have left us and went and lived a completely different life. She didn't do that. . .
She did not do any of those things. So I am bitter on her behalf, because at this point she isn't completely aware of what is going wrong in her mind. She retired. Covid happened. And then her brain failed her. I have some theories as to what happened to her, but at this point it doesn't matter because those theories lead us to here.
That's all I can say about this for now.
