My Mum & Dementia
Written: Nov 1, 2023 15:21
Occasionally, my mother approaches me to ask something but she suddenly goes silent. She never completes her question. “Where is…”, then a brief silence. She searches for words but she can’t find any!
She often looks as if she is lost; as if she questions herself, where she is, and what she is doing at the moment. Her eyes repeatedly move upwards to the ceiling and downwards to the floor. Confusingly and quietly, she goes back to her room.
Her mind pulls her back to her childhood house in Aswan, a town that is three hours away from where she is now. She’s getting slow and weak. Often, she numbly stares at nowhere. She’s here and not here.
My mother used to be like a spinning bee, never settling down. Now, she’s turning into a zombie. But at least, zombies eat well. She eats like a bird and has become a picky eater.
Although I understand that she can’t help herself, I find myself losing my composure frequently. I feel regretful later but I can’t help myself either!
Occasionally, my mother approaches me to ask something but she suddenly goes silent. She never completes her question. “Where is…”, then a brief silence. She searches for words but she can’t find any!
She often looks as if she is lost; as if she questions herself, where she is, and what she is doing at the moment. Her eyes repeatedly move upwards to the ceiling and downwards to the floor. Confusingly and quietly, she goes back to her room.
Her mind pulls her back to her childhood house in Aswan, a town that is three hours away from where she is now. She’s getting slow and weak. Often, she numbly stares at nowhere. She’s here and not here.
My mother used to be like a spinning bee, never settling down. Now, she’s turning into a zombie. But at least, zombies eat well. She eats like a bird and has become a picky eater.
Although I understand that she can’t help herself, I find myself losing my composure frequently. I feel regretful later but I can’t help myself either!
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