I've started volunteering at my local hospital. Prior to this no experience of dementia. Mum died young and Dad in his 80's still bright as a button. It's been an eye opener for sure and I feel for anyone going through it, and their loved ones having to deal with the impact. Some seem lost in a world that's a good place but many in a dark, scary place. I'll admit to saying to my husband "if that's ever me...finish me off" unless I'm in the happy place where my world isn't reality but I'm enjoying the ride!
There tends to be phases to the condition. My (beautiful) mother-in-law was incredibly intelligent. Whether it was maths, English literature, French or Latin she could do it with her eyes closed. To watch her do the Times crossword, seriously wow! As she started to realise she was losing her grip, depression set in. Once through that phase she was incredibly happy with life.
Unfortunately, one of the things she lost was the social graces. Imagine being sat in the restaurant with someone who was so prim and proper, and then they pick up their steak with their hands and start gnawing it loudly. And then being slightly deaf, she loudly says “look at that fat cow stuffing her face…” She was oblivious, whilst we had to manage countless situations.
Well done and good luck Amanda.