Mum didn't get dementia so much, but she regressed. I used to say it was like watching a young child grow, only backwards. She became much simpler, and her attention span shortened. I watched this, as I was the only one who cared for her, apart from some agency type people who took care of the physical needs of a totally bedridden woman. She was still quite fun up until the last year. Mum was intelligent with a great sense of humour, but only the old things worked in the last year or so. I looked after her for five years, even as I was looking after my wife through her thankfully brief but terminal bout with cancer.
One of my all time favourite author/humourists was Sir Terry Pratchett. He got early onset alzheimers at 59. They said it was posterior cortical atrophy , so more of a vision thing, but it was so easy in hindsight to recognise the change in his writing. It wasn't as if he was confused so much as he lost his sense of farce, his irreverence. killed him, of course.
A friend of mine watched his dad die awfully from dementia, so much so that said friend chose to go through a lot of clandestine stuff to get the suicide pill from Mexico. I don't see the point, as how would you know when to take it?

Originally Posted by
DoubleChevron
dementia is harder than people you care about dying

I'm not so sure about that one. Jan died nearly six years ago and I'm only just climbing out of the hole I dug for myself when she did. with dementia, there's a chance the person is still in there. with death, there's not.
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