Just read my old posts from 22/23 in this thread and fuck me im depressed... Sat bawling my eyes out. I miss mum every day, but I think we've let ourselves forget that if the Feb to June 23 illness hadnt got her, the dementia was starting to take hold and we were losing her that way. (Tho I'll never forgive Fairfield hosp).
I've been crying daily for a few weeks now, moving house, feeling ill, partner who treats me like shit and my sister also loses interest if I talk for more than 5 minutes about my emotions despite acting like she's there for me They say talk to people don't they, but as I cried for 2 hours last night saying to the air I have no one, just 2 adults, no one no friend just them 2. I want my mum instead. my son is 9 now, I love him more than life itself, but I think I'm ruining his life. My sister doesn't listen and my partner of over 30 years seems to hate me, likes to call me a hormonal bitch, slams me into walls from time to time but mainly ignores me or puts me down. He emptied the drawer under the wardrobe today for moving even tho I'd said to leave it it's got the important things in (birth certificates, etc, and the smaller of the 2 boxes of mums ashes). What do I find when I got back, he'd emptied it and put everything on a tub, and mums ashes box had been put upside down and I picked it up to turn it back but it was too late bits of had slid down the side and went on my pyjamas and the bed. And I cried. And he just shouted at me and walked away. I just want a different life. And my mum.
wrong thread I know, but when I saw it back in page one I thought get that's the one I posted in about mum, so I had a read.... Bloody depressed.
I'm not having a good run with ashes, my gran who was a brilliant woman but died with dementia in 1986, I couldn't cope with ashes or death as a kid so mum kept her in the shed rather than the house and I wouldn't go in that(I know.... Sorry, but I couldn't cope with coffins funerals or anything for a long long time) , well clearing out 6 months ago we found them and now I'm old and have dealt with mum and dad's deaths I agreed to have the wooden box in the house in the shelf with the cats ashes boxes. But as time went on it started to get to me a bit again, a huge morbid wooden box that I know I used to be scared of.... so I picked up the big proper sealed wooden box to move it ( not like mums in a cardboard loose one for scattering) - and the bloody lid came off in my hands! I only just caught the rest of the box as it sped towards the floor and had sitcom visions of gran going everywhere! :( Luckily she didn't fall out but only as she was wrapped tightly in a plastic bag inside (mum isnt...). But I cried and screamed for help cos it really freaked me out. She'd died when I was 11 and I couldn't cope so mum didn't keep her in the house, yet in the 6 months I had her in the house (out of 39 years!) the lid glue dried up and it all came apart in my hands. I wasn't prepared to see my grans ashes. Just like how although I have carefully opened the box to look at mum a few times, I wasn't ready for idiot brain to leave it upside down today so some of her would end up on me, the bed, and the floor.
Totally wrong thread. Sorry. Mods can delete if think innappropriate.
My heart goes out to the people here who are dealing with dementia.