I have just committed the cardinal sin.  I have reminded my wife that she has dementia by talking of events from a week or more ago.  Not only is she struggling to understand what happened, she cannot accept that she has no recollection of Black Thursday.  I have also forgotten that her memory can falter and have failed to keep to my mantra of KISSS.

On that fateful night we suddenly had three new faces in our living room.  The Rapid Response Team had turned up to try to ease tension in the household  followed by a carer for an overnight sit.  This was a poorly handled approach to giving your truly a night’s respite.

The best laid plans eh …. At 5 pm we had been told that there were no carers available to stay with my wife so I could have a break for the night.  Shortly after 10 we had three additional support staff in the house.

In retrospect I should have let another sleeping dog lie and put Black Thursday down as a bad experience.  It is quite remarkable that I am still to receive any explanation or apology for the distress caused to us both.  Then to put icing on the cake I have mentioned it to M again early this morning.  I won’t share the detail but her incessant questioning about another woman staying in the house over night have been taxing; to put it mildly.  I am hoping that sleep will shift it from her mind otherwise I am in for a rough few days: all of my own making!

When someone has dementia : Keep It Simple Stupid and Short.