Just another day in dementialand

Sometimes dementia leaves you not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Like when your loved one calls you a bitch, and you calmly tell them, “Don’t you call me a bitch,” and the response you get back is “Double bitch” before they retreat back into their hidey-hole.

I guess I should have been more specific about emphasizing the “be nice” part. I used to be incredibly thin skinned. By the time we are done, I think I am going to have a permanent armor around me. Learning to shield is a life saver!

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