In a moving and highly personal blog to mark Dementia Awareness Week, a daughter talks movingly about her relationship with her mother who has the illness:
At first when we visited her we didn’t spot anything unusual.
But then I started noticing my mother didn’t join in the conversations as much as she used to.
I don’t know whether it was because she couldn’t follow the conversation, or the kind of thing we were talking about. She didn’t really tell stories anymore, possibly also because she couldn’t remember.
However, she used to be quite good in covering up her difficulties with her memory. She would avoid saying people’s names. Once I realised what she was doing, I started saying things like “Oh my daughter Lily” so that she would realise who I was talking about. I also started saying who I was at the beginning of our conversations.