I have just discovered this site, and have read some of the posts from others who are dealing with parents with Alzheimer's, and so good to know I'm not alone! My mom (86) has Alzheimer's, and although she still knows most of her immediate family, she has trouble remembering relationships (sometimes she'll ask me, "Are you my daughter?"), and her short term memory and most of her long time memory is GONE. However, she still lives at home with my dad (89), who is amazingly spry and sharp, although dealing with mom is pulling him down. I live next door to them, so although I have a sister who lives in a nearby town, I am the one who deals with most of their problems...I do the cooking and caring for them, straightening out doctor bills and insurance problems, etc. My sister visits when she can, but that is only for a couple of hours every other week, and she hasn't a clue as to what dad & I go through daily, so she can be a little critical when we lose patience. Which isn't often...my dad was never a patient man, but he is amazing with my mom, and I admire him so much. However, if dad is a little sharp in answering a question that's been asked 27 times before, my sister doesn't understand that he deals with this 24/7, and that's much more wearing than she can imagine. I have never allowed my mom to see my frustration until this past weekend, but I was SO stressed and exasperated, and I let it show. I have since felt SO guilty, cuz I know she can't help how she is.
My only granddaughter turned 1 year old on Saturday, and we all went to her birthday party (about 2 hours away). The road trip was hell, as mom constantly asked where are we going, what are we doing, why am I in this car, where are we...it never stopped. We tried listening to a CD of hymns I thought they would enjoy, but then it was "Who is that singing, are you singing, can you hear that music, etc" Then once we were there, she didn't recognize anyone and spent most of her time asking me who these people are, why am I here, what's going on, when are we going home, who is going to take me home, etc. We had to cut the visit short because I finally couldn't stand any more, and I told her, "Fine...you want to go home, we are going home!" So what should have been a joyful, happy day was totally spoiled. The old saying "If mama aint' happy, ain't nobody happy" certainly applies.

That's the first time I've aired my frustration in her presence (usually I wait til I'm alone to pull my hair out), and although it didn't faze her and she doesn't remember (she doesn't even remember the party),
I'm feeling like a cad. I love my mom, but lately I've had these horrible thoughts: "This is not my mom...I want my mom back!" There. I've said it out loud. More guilt to wrap myself in!
When I step back, I know I'm doing the best I can, but I'm just not up to this! I know it's never going to get better. I know it's only going to get worse. I recognize that it IS getting worse every day. If I'm losing it now, how am I going to deal with it as her mind deteriorates further? I have spent 2 days weeping. My eyes are red and irritated, my cheeks are chapped, and I can't sleep. My husband is so supportive, and I am so fortunate that he is the man he is. He has patience galore, he buoys me up constantly, but I can't seem to pull out of the funk this has left me in.
OK folks. Ordinarily, I'm a "glass half full" kind of gal...although you probably don't believe it after reading this. I just needed to vent, no one in my circle can understand how I feel, and I know from reading your posts that you are dealing with some of the same things I am...and I know some of you have much bigger problems. But as my grandmother used to say. "A little hurt is just as bad as a big hurt when it's your hurt". Ain't it the truth! I know I
am hurting. Thanks for this forum...just getting some of this out helps a little!