My mother has dementia and to top it off has never had the sweetest personality before that. She is very negative to begin with and this has just made it worse. She now takes meds for depression which helps a little. She calls everyone who enters my doors something nasty and hateful. She can still walk and talk but forget personal hygiene. I can leave home long enough to get groceries or to church but not any longer. This past summer we caught her sitting on the porch naked a few times-not a pleasant site. I just want to know how other people keep their sanity. I have tried the "babysitter" path.......not. She was so hateful and I have to live with her. My husband is really very patient and understanding. We only have one bathroom downstairs and I have to send people upstairs to the other one because I never know what condition the other one will be in. We have found poop smeared on the seat, vomit, and dry skin from her butt-need I say more. I have a six year old and am forever asking her not to use that bathroom. I take the lip service just so long and then I scold her like a child. I feel better for a day or two but it just starts all over. Of course then I feel guilty because I know it won't do any good. There must be an easier way..........................
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