My Grandmother has gotten more miserable as she has gotten older. Now she is at the point where no one wants to look after her. Not her own children and very few of her grandchildren. None of the local nursing homes will take her due to the reputation that she has made for herself. She’s a smoker and has a bad attitude overall. She figures that she can treat people however she wants and has no consiquences whatsoever. The technitian that came to connect her phone for her was met with a tirade of racist insults profanities and rudness of every nature. I’m angry with her. But at the same time how can I be angry with her? Its so hard to tell where she starts and the diseases that she has, ends. This woman was lovely to her grandchildren at one point in her life. But Its so hard to believe that they were the same person. So hard to believe that the woman that made us hot chocolate at family gatherings and cinnamon spread on toast for breakfast when we slept over at their house. Some people that knew her differently say that she has always been like that. So very rude. She says so many hurtful things to us. Its hard to care about this woman anymore. She always tells me how fat I am. And I can’t eat in front of her without her making a rude remark. She’s in the early to mid stages of dementia, and it makes it hard because I don’t recognize the woman in front of me anymore. She is family. But somedays I wonder if “family” really means anything anymore. #Dementia #Caregiving #GravesDisease