Life with Dad

Caring for someone with dementia, you have to laugh to keep from crying.

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This blog is a reflection on being a member of the "sandwich generation". We are those sandwiched between aging parents who need care and/or help and their own children. After an extensive remodel of our house, we moved my parents in with us. Dad has Alzheimer’s, which adds complications to the situation.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Too Much Information

Periodically, Dad starts talking about his sex life. Given the accuracy of some of his other statements (last of the Romanovs, being Egyptian), there is no telling what, if anything, he says is true. Still, I'd just as soon not hear it at all.


Last night, in addition to talking about sex, he was upset that he wasn't sleeping with Mom.


"I'm a married man. I shouldn't have to sleep alone. I should sleep with my wife."


Now Dad has slept sitting up in a chair for several years. When Mom and Dad still lived in their house, Dad slept in his recliner in the family room. This was a problem because he fussed if anyone walked through the room after he "went to bed" or if anyone turned on a light in the kitchen. There was no way to get from the bedrooms to the rest of the house except through the family room, so he was frequently upset.


I knew this wouldn't work when he moved in with us, so we bought him a second recliner to put in his bedroom. However, he still has to have a separate bedroom from Mom because he turns on the light at random times during the night and talks endlessly if he wakes up.


When he was complaining about sleeping alone, I told him that as long as he slept in a chair instead of a bed, he couldn't sleep with anyone. He never really understood that.

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