It’s really tough isn’t it! At first my mother became a scatterbrained child, progressing to someone who had to be guarded in case she sped off into the distance with no idea where she was or the danger of traffic. She then became alternately sweet and violent, but the end days were endless as her functions shut down. My aunt was in denial, strongly in denial, even though she knew she couldn’t cope, and at the time when her agreement was required for anything that’d help her she rejected all that was suggested or set up. It took a crisis to get her care and she fought it until she no longer realised where she was or what was happening.
I really wouldn’t want my daughters or himindoors, to suffer for years because I, too, was like them.
It's tough, & partly there is an unwariness of the relatives too?
It's hard to notice the little clues. Though I should have realised one Sunday morning I went round to see my folks & my dad was in the driveway revving the proverbials off his car.. He was seriously "red lining" it..
"What's up dad?" "The clutch on my car.."
"Let me have a look."
The drive was an incline to the main road. I got behind the wheel, checked the biting point of the clutch & took the car for a spin.. Car drove lovely after my dad's "Italian tune up." My dad was never that mechanically minded.
A couple of weeks later, I had a call from my mum, something was up.
They'd gone out on a shopping trip & on return dad stalled the car at a junction, then couldn't recognise where he was... (My mum didn't drive.) Another motorist kindly drove them home & mum called for a ambulance...
Thinking about it now, his basic coordination was starting to fail him. Revving the bolts off that car.
If he hadn't stalled that motor at that moment, who knows what could have happened...