Growing increasingly concerned about my mother (venting)

Ever since my dad died almost four years ago, my son and I have had growing concerns about my mother. Actually, if I'm absolutely honest, we had been having concerns about her long before my dad died. One of her biggest fears is that she will follow in the footsteps of her grandmother and mother. Her grandmother developed Alzheimer's after suffering a stroke, and her own mother developed Vascular Dementia.

Hopefully, you will understand where I'm going with this, and why.

Despite the fact that my mother actively uses technology, she would be the first to admit that she doesn't understand it. For example, an aunt of mine visited my mother a few years ago, shortly after purchasing a new mobile phone. At the time, my mother had been having issues with her computer. This resulted in her coming up with the theory that my aunt's new mobile phone had somehow been responsible for causing the computer issues. So, that gives you an insight into the way my mother's mind work. Attempting to try to make sense of my mother's logic and bizarre theories often results in my brain feeling like it has been well and truly fried.

Last night, my son visited my mother to deal with some tech-related issues. The TV had been on, and her Virgin Media on-screen TV guide had apparently highlighted that a sports programme was currently being broadcast on one of the BBC channels she often watches. My mother then starts ranting about the fact that she doesn't like watching sports programmes, and that when she had signed up with Virgin Media, she had specifically stated that she wasn't interested in any sports channels.

My son found himself trying to explain to my mother that Virgin Media is not responsible for what the BBC broadcasts, and also that neither Virgin Media nor the BBC was forcing her to watch something she had no interest in. My mother is 67 and has spent years watching TV, so it's not like this is a whole new experience for her. She knows (or at least she used to) that one doesn't get to pick and choose what gets broadcast. Prior to my mother signing up with Virgin Media, she had been with Talk Talk. I remember that we often used to joke about the fact that a large percentage of the channels included in TV packages never get watched. It's as though she has completely forgotten how TV packages work, and how TV broadcasters operate.

If my mother is 'losing her marbles', which is what we now suspect, my son and I are aware that we are the ones who will need to have a difficult conversation with her. At the best of times, we struggle to cope with her. During the months leading up to my dad's death, it was as though she had suddenly aged both physically and mentally overnight. I never previously used to think of her as 'elderly', but now I find myself likening her to someone in their eighties. Quite frankly, it's scary as to just how much my mother has changed. My son and I don't feel ready or capable of stepping up to the plate and becoming my mother's carers, as we have enough problems taking care of ourselves.

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  • Sorry to hear you’re both going through this worry. It actually chimes a lot with some stuff going on for quite a while now with an aunt of mine. I may say more about it later, but let’s just say that that strange hinterland between knowing all about and wanting modern broadband stuff and then the next minute being perplexed and feeling persecuted by it has striking parallels. And I would have my concerns about what’s maybe on the health side of that too. 

  • Hi Sparkly.

    It frightens me reading stories like yours Sparkly. I'm here alone and the number of times i can't remember the simplest of things, i forget the word i want to use, and find it hard to concentrate. All the time i'm thinking,..... who'll look after me ? I've been looking on the internet for a few years now at new houses. I like it here, it's a nice house and in a lovely area. I sit sometimes of a night and think, despite feeling so loney, how lucky i am. We've all seen on the news every night the number of   people who don't have a home to live in. But i look on the internet and wonder could i be just as happy in a small over 60s flat. The autism makes me not want to move, The over 60s places may almost force me to socialise with the the other residents. But then i think, if i do go do-lally, help will be there. I can go days or even longer here, without speaking to a single soul.

    My Nan had to go into a care home, it was a lovely place, she was much better off there, but she hated it. I'd visit and take things in, she'd say well don't leave that now, i'll be home in a couple of days. Or  she'd ask ....... Where's your Grandad, he hasn't been in here for a few days now. My Grandad had died years earlier. I cried, i'm crying now just remembering it. I found it so difficult to see the lady who had brought me up, the lady who i loved, the lady who was the life & soul of the party at New Year.  Now she was, feable and not even remembering who she is.

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  • Hi Sparkly.

    It frightens me reading stories like yours Sparkly. I'm here alone and the number of times i can't remember the simplest of things, i forget the word i want to use, and find it hard to concentrate. All the time i'm thinking,..... who'll look after me ? I've been looking on the internet for a few years now at new houses. I like it here, it's a nice house and in a lovely area. I sit sometimes of a night and think, despite feeling so loney, how lucky i am. We've all seen on the news every night the number of   people who don't have a home to live in. But i look on the internet and wonder could i be just as happy in a small over 60s flat. The autism makes me not want to move, The over 60s places may almost force me to socialise with the the other residents. But then i think, if i do go do-lally, help will be there. I can go days or even longer here, without speaking to a single soul.

    My Nan had to go into a care home, it was a lovely place, she was much better off there, but she hated it. I'd visit and take things in, she'd say well don't leave that now, i'll be home in a couple of days. Or  she'd ask ....... Where's your Grandad, he hasn't been in here for a few days now. My Grandad had died years earlier. I cried, i'm crying now just remembering it. I found it so difficult to see the lady who had brought me up, the lady who i loved, the lady who was the life & soul of the party at New Year.  Now she was, feable and not even remembering who she is.

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  • Hi Cullpepper. I am so sorry my post has caused you distress. I was so wrapped up in my own worries that I didn't stop to consider the effect my post might have on other members. The home I currently live in is the only place that has ever truly felt like home. Therefore, I can understand why you have mixed feelings about the prospect of moving one day.

    I am sorry your nan hated the care home she was in. It's hard to know what my great-grandmother thought of the care home she was in, as she had lost the ability to speak by the time she had been moved there. I think she must have been happy if the smile on her face was anything to go by.

    As for my gran, she loved her care home and got on brilliantly with the staff. She would invite them to her room for a tipple after they had finished their shifts, and I believe she was the only resident that had been granted permission to have a landline telephone installed.

    During her younger years, my gran had been a nurse in the army (WWII). Prior to her moving into the care home, she had been admitted to hospital, as a result of being away with the fairies. My mother had visited and had found it rather unnerving because my gran clearly thought she was back in her nursing days, and that it was her duty to issue instructions to the other patients on the ward like a stern Matron of yesteryear.