Dana7360
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Not to stray off topic, but at what stage does the afflicted revert to childlike behavior?
A lifelong friend of mine has a brother with Alzheimers, and as a child, he liked to turn on all of the faucets in every room, then would go from room to room watching the water run.
He's started doing that again.
I'm not an expert with Alzheimers. Two people I loved had it. A third, my great grandmother, died of it too. This was in the mid 1960s when there was no diagnosis of Alzheimers. She was diagnosed as being crazy. She was taken to a mental hospital where she died a year later.
My grandmother and mother never reverted to childlike behavior. They reverted to the time they were mothers. For a while both thought they saw and heard their children as still being children. My grandmother would insist everyone be very quiet. She thought my aunt Gale was still a baby and everyone had to be quiet so Gale wouldn't be woken up from sleeping. Which was harmless.
Unlike my mom. She relived me being raped. Over and over again. She would see me being raped. She would tell me "little bit" is crying or "little bit" is being raped. I was born almost a month early and a premie because my mom was I a car accident when pregnant with me. She was rear ended. Her belly with me in it went directly into the steering wheel. I was barely 4lbs at birth and born dead. My nickname from my parents and grandparents was "little bit." I survived rape when I was 19 years old.
She would also see one of us kids, there are 4 of us, being killed. I would go to see her. She would run to me with her arms out crying. Say she just saw me or one of my siblings being murdered. She would hold me crying. I would do what I could to re assure her. If she saw one of the other kids murdered, I would pull out my phone and call them so she could talk to them to know they were safe and sound.
She believed my dad was still alive. None of us had the heart to tell her he wasn't. So not to hurt her, we just went along with her. Saying we just saw dad earlier that day or he was just here with her. I had to stop talking about me having breast cancer around her because each time she heard about it, to her, it was her first time hearing about it and she would become extremely upset and start to cry. Saying it was her fault. That she had given me the breast cancer gene.
When we first put her in the facility and we left her in her room, she pulled out her cell phone, called the police and told them she was kidnapped. Which caused the police to go to the facility, us kids being called back to the facility and we had to tell the police what was really going on. We also took her cell phone from her. I couldn't get angry with her. In fact, I chuckled. She did what I would probably have done in the same situation.
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