Is this a form of dementia? She recalls an event, that never happened. Then when questioned about it a few days later, adam rly denies saying it. She is 78 years old. Other than this, her memory is pretty good. But when she tells something that's questionable, she defends it violently! And then denies it just as violently. It gets to the point I don't want to talk to her.
That is what all her lies are about - to discredit me, humiliate me, vilify me - to paint herself as the 'victim.' She is not demented. A bit forgetful at time? Yes. Demented? Don't think so. Every person is different. Some can be mean to their caregiver and sweet as pie to everyone else. Happens all the time.
But once he saw it and heard it and confronted her asking her WHY she said what she did to me in the way that she did and hearing her DENY saying it 10 seconds after it came out of her mouth and then hearing her attack me again by saying 'I just need to get a sense of humor' and him telling her he saw absolutely nothing funny in what she said to me and then having her say 'whatever.' Well, from then on be believed me and since then he has heard her say other nasty things to me. I pretty much stay away from her. It's the only way I have peace. Her stories are not funny stories. Her stories have only one purpose and that is to put me in a bad light and make her look like she is being neglected. No humor in that. I know that some of you may be dealing with something entirely different. There are a lot of different kinds of lies - some are just 'funny tall tales that anyone would recognize as tall tales' and then there is the insidious, malicious kind. That's what I am dealing with. Pretty hard to defend oneself against something that you don't even know is going on behind your back. Best to just not giver her any more ammunition than she can 'make up' on her own.
What I have done is confronted her in the presence of others. For example, at one point, we were attempting to sell our home (have her home and ours on 1 property). She started telling people that we were selling her home out from underneath her, often in my presence. People would scowl and look at me with a murderous look. I would stay calm and just say, "Mom, where is the for sale sign?" She said, "In front of the house." I said, "In front of whose house?" She gave me this mean look, pursed her lips and finally said, "Yours." I said, in front of the person to whom she had just told the whopper, "So whose house is for sale?" Her: "Yours." Then I said, "So we're not selling YOUR house 'out from underneath you' are we? We are selling ours, with no intention of asking you to move anywhere, are we?" Her, "No."
Then I saw the light dawn in the other person's eyes when they saw that she was not only lying but being manipulative. That's the way I have had to deal with my mother most times, if I am present. Unfortunately, there have been times when she's told lies that were not in my presence. However, if I am aware of them I make sure that I quickly give the person facts in a calm and concise manner.
Sometimes I feel sorry for her - I used to take her out for rides in the car, we would take the ferry to a small town for lunch and then ride the ferry back again. She loved that. I would take her to a restaurant she loved at least twice a year - it was over an hour away from here. I loved her like a mother. But she has broken my heard and I feel betrayed and I don't trust her anymore. I told my husband to PLEASE not expect me to do the one on one things with his mom anymore. So, now - he takes time off work and takes her to her appointments. I just cannot bring myself to think of spending an hour alone with her every again. One or two minutes is all I can muster. Only essential contact. I hope God forgives me. I am doing the best I can.
Distractions are the best thing, if it can pulled off, so much becomes for the moment, and older memories that surface get into a confused state, and mixed with the present
Hearing impairments and cognition interference add to the state, poor eyesight as well. There may actually be a lack of understanding of what has been said, and what we see as routine is no longer that simple.
Also too much stimuli at the same time, or even asking to participate in more than one task at a time, can derail everything
When we were very young and self centered with little comprehension of reality, how easy was it for us to think we were being abused....
Just don't sweat the small stuff. For your own sanity.
moonshadowgal
They fully informed my mother what she could expect. Her nose wrinkled up, she lost interest in the conversation, changed the subject, started talking to the rehab nurses about their families, etc. She obviously had no interest in taking this course whatsoever.
When it came time for her to commit yes or no, she slammed her fist down on the bed and said, yelling "OK FINE!!! I'll do it then".
The 2 nurses looked at each other and left the room.
The next day we got a call from the discharge nurse. My sibling and I had six hours to go to another town; give notice that she would be vacating her apartment; bring everything she might need to my house; move furniture; clean three rooms, change a bed, set up a bedroom just for her.......and why? because she was TOO LAZY to do the exercises!! She just wanted to stay in the hospital because she believed she deserved the royal treatment! She had already been in there for three weeks for free! Just a slight example of the trouble they can cause.....by the way her family doctor was furious but she told him "I chose NOT to do it" hahahaha, good one, you wouldn't do the exercises, nor would you pay the $150 to take the program, when others with burns and broken bones could have benefitted from it .....imagine the spot being taken up by somebody as ungrateful as her when someone who may have been hit and almost killed by a drunken driver would jump at the chance to learn to walk and move again.......it disgusted me.
The dehydration one was a classic manipulation on her part. One day she called up and all I heard was moaning on the other end. I tried to get her to talk but all I got was "ahh.....ooh......ahh....." which resulted in me having to call the super in her building, then a friend in her building asking her to take her to the emerg dept. at the hospital (all because I lived an hour away) at which they gave her something to rehydrate her, and sent her back home (she again called a friend because she wouldn't pay for a cab). She was furious that she wasn't going to be kept in overnight because that meant that she would have to go home and do it HERSELF!!
By the time she left her apartment, she was doing nothing for herself....wouldn't shop, wouldn't cook, wouldn't clean. She would corral the Red Cross bathing lady into bringing up her mail and newspaper, and picking up coffee and donuts on the way over! One time she got herself into a pickle because she had asked two different neighbours to pick up groceries for her, and was terrified that each would find out about the other -- I had a real good laugh over that one.
Also just a word of caution - if they have friends in nursing homes or care facilities, be careful who they are talking to, because they learn all the tricks so that they can be admitted to hospital - dehydration on purpose and overuse of laxatives are two that come to mind.
Don't EVER underestimate them. They know how to wangle the health system and how to pull strings not to mention getting you to jump through hoops for them. I will also go so far as to say that they enjoy creating drama around themselves ("It's Friday night! I need my B12 shot! You'd better get a hold of my doctor right now - I can't go without it!!" - dr. in another town, a long weekend.....) and it is always, always about them. They could care less how much you are inconvenienced because it's happening to you, not to them. They also would never entertain the thought of doing this to your sibling who is not their caregiver, because it puts them in a bad light - G-d forbid!! - and they enjoy making you look like the bad guy "Can you imagine? how could she forget about something as important as my B12 shot? Maybe I should look at going into a facility......."
By the way, she had already had her shot for the month...........
Only difference? Now we GO PLACES and DO THINGS and we don't worry about her anymore. I arrange for daily phone calls and visits from friends and my kids, I stock her fridge and freezer and we leave and don't look back. I tell one of her other kids that if there is a major emergency - HANDLE IT.
Last time - we were gone 2 weeks! We plan to be gone THREE WEEKS next winter.
Last winter - she had her neuralgia problem because her youngest child came to see her (always comes when we aren't home) and took her out in the chilly air and she got the head pain again. Of course, he was gone by then - so my son had to deal with the ER. the ER doctors wouldn't give her her 'usual' meds for it since she had a stroke a year ago - so she ended up enduring the pain for the entire 2 weeks we were gone. After a few days of pain - she COULD HAVE and should have called her own physician to let him know she was still in pain and needed a different medication.
As soon as I got back I called the doctor and got her neuralgia meds - the ones she took before - and the pain subsided in a day or two. She tells everyone she can take care of herself - if that is so, why didn't she call the doctor and tell him she needed a different medication - that the pain was the same as before, etc., etc? ER doctors often take the safest route and weekends are not the time to get hold of your own physician. I hate to say this - but I take &%@#$% GOOD CARE of my MIL and I stay on top of things pretty well. I got hold of her doctor as soon as I was made aware of her problem and got her meds ASAP and she was better in no time and NEVER ONCE did she say 'what would I do without you!'
Our son chose NOT to tell us he had taken her to the ER - he felt she was not in any danger and he knew it would spoil our trip. She had lots of phone calls and visits while we were gone and she could have asked any one of them to help her if she was really in that much pain. My son says she never complained to him. So, go figure.
I gather that as a child no one paid her much attention, so she made up stories that became harder and harder to recall as the years passed. Put simply, she couldn't keep her lies straight.
Her mind is still sharp as a tack, but her memory is quite selective. When she's not aggressively denying she ever said something, she claims her mind is going and fake-cries.
Her croco tears don't fool me anymore, so every now and then I tell her: "When you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything Mom."
Example: She has a wall clock that bongs loudly. After her last surgery we put a baby monitor in her bedroom since our room is quite a ways from hers and we would not hear her if she called and needed me. The bonging clock kept us awake. So, hubby removed the battery - explaining why. HER STORY - the one she tells others: I love that clock. Sam gave it to me (made up name). She (me) came in here in a HUFF and said she couldn't STAND that damn thing bonging all the time and yanked it off the wall and took the batteries out. Now I never know what time it is. SHE DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO THAT, DID SHE? (imagine a pathetic whine here). The other person would think - well, what a louse - that clock has sentimental value and she doesn't even care! Trouble is - I DIDN'T DO IT! Her son did. But that doesn't matter. No matter what happens - small or big - I did it in a mean spirited way - I am just a spiteful person who does not care for HER feelings. In truth - I have never told anyone anything about my MIL that wasn't the truth. Wish I could say the same for her. And it just continues. She told the Meals on Wheels lady that she missed her food doctor appointment at the senior center because 'the kids didn't have time to take her.' TRUTH: It was the height of flu season and she didn't want the shot and was afraid to be around so many people and decided NOT to go and didn't tell them. Instead of telling the truth - which was perfectly reasonable - she blamed it on the kids - basically ME - the meals on wheels lady knows I am here all the time and could have taken her.
It really gets old - really OLD. And yes, I agree, I DON'T WANT TO GET OLD - we can hope that the new healthcare system will see to it that we don't. :0) All they have to do it 'remove the props' that keep everyone alive until they are 90 or 100. Problem solved.
Something I've been pondering lately is something that happened when I was a kid. My friends and I were treasure hunting in a creek and found two very nice rings. I showed them to her and she said they were hers, and took them. They wouldn't fit her, because she was obese and they were small. She just took them and I never saw them again. I don't know what made me think of them recently, but I wondered what kind of mother would take her child's treasure from her, especially when the mother couldn't use it. The lies have always been there. I decided that when she dies, I am going to look until I find those rings. They have to be here somewhere in all the clutter. (I know, it's a rather irrelevant story, but I needed to tell someone about my rings.)
I brought her home some B. Evans biscuits and gravy. I left it on her kitchen counter (her apt is attached to our home). When she got up she had poured 'who knows what' into the gravy - probably because it was thick since it was cold - not realizing all she had to do was nuke it - and so she screwed it up completely - it was like water with a few lumps in it. She said that I brought it home that way - I should have just let them throw it away - it wasn't worth trying to eat. The stuff was very thick when it went into the container. If it was watery now - guess who watered it down? ME!!! ha ha ha ha I JUST CAN'T WIN AND HAVE ALMOST STOPPED TRYING. I still do nice things for her - just can't figure out why :0) Gotta stay busy or she will be back before I am done. I only clean her apt. when she goes to the doctor -
So, it could be worse and it was. Now, our life is tolerable. We have a life again.
I have been on the receiving end of this so many times I have lost count, but I do hear you and certainly do sympathize. Yes, it is evil, meanspirited and unfair, but you know what? You and I know who did what, what she is fabricating, and what she is avoiding taking responsibility for......don't worry, as time goes by, others around her will "out" her.
My children got very rude awakenings when they realized the real personality of my mother, their grandmother - one of them broke down and cried. I tried to explain as gently as I could that this was not the grandmother of their childhoods (though she had been the abusive and cruel mother to me) and she had treated them better than she treated myself and my sibling when we were children, because to her, we were just liabilities. It was very hard for my children but now they are on to her.
One of my children hears these comments from her - ie there is a stain on her bedspread. You call her on it, what did you spill here, the answer is always "Oh I didn't do that -- the cat was up here earlier" or "your grandchild did that". The only thing to be cautious of is if it is something that involves danger, ie mine is dropping her pills all over the house all the time, even though I put them in little pill cups.
On two occasions, when my toddler granddaughter has been here, guess what I have found on the floor? Her (my mother's) pills. Naturally she plays dumb when I point it out, saying, do you realize that you have spilled this or that pill on the floor and X could have picked that up and eaten it ?? (twice I caught my little grandbaby girl with the pill in her hand, going to her mouth with it).
The response? "Oh I had nothing to do with that - how did that happen? somebody must have dropped it -- I thought YOU put them into those pill cups -- YOU had better be more careful".
I suppose in their demented minds that owning up to something they have done wrong makes them a bad guy, and heaven knows they don't want anything to destroy the pedestal of narcissism they have put themselves up on.
She lied to a surgeon last week, saying she doesn't have diabetes. Imagine being crafty enough to figure out that the surgeon might not cross-reference with her family dr. to check on that!! It's so devious it makes my stomach turn!!
So - bottom line - trying to get them to own up or admit is useless - what I do is bring what has happened to their attention (although this can be futile, as I found her 30mg sleeping pill on the nighttable when my grandkids were here and her answer was "They're not going to touch that, they can't reach it, and besides, it wouldn't hurt them" No they would land in the hospital to have their stomachs pumped that's all, but that's not important to her because it's not happening to HER), point out what they've done, and when they start backpedalling, I walk out of the room.
BOOM!!!!
But my MIL fabricates so much so often. She seems 'normal ' enough most of the time but nearly everything she says has a 'little twist' to it that isn't quite straight. If you call her on anything she claims she knows what she is talking abut or if you bring something up later on she will deny saying or doing it. It can get very frustrating.
I remembered seeing the word confabulation on this site and googled it. This is what I found. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confabulation
My problem is NOT knowing if there is something really wrong with her. In situations like these - WE end up thinking WE may be the problem. Her confabulations are usually quite plausible - they are just not quite 100% true. Or she might change what happened slightly.
Example: Last summer she had to go into the hospital due to cellulitis. It is a long story but basically we had been busy all day remodeling an upstairs laundry. I had left breakfast on her counter and Meals on Wheels left her lunch - calling out to her and she called from bedroom that she was ok. We had not actually seen her that day.
Mid afternoon our niece called and said 'something is wrong with grandma.' We checked on her and she was running a fever. She did not then or previously tell us she had a hot spot on her leg. We called nurse (it was Sat.) and finally determined she needed to go to ER. She spent nearly 2 weeks.
Her version: The nurse came by (she had no nurse visits until she was released from hospital and they came for about 6 weeks and checked her and she had PT). and she showed the nurse her leg and the nurse told her to go straight to the hospital.
Was this a confabulation or just being mixed up due to being sick and running a fever? She really does not remember anything about her stay in the hospital or how she got there unless we tell her. But she makes up her own version. Why wouldn't she just tell people that she was so sick that it is all a blank? But she cannot admit she cannot remember.
She used to kid about forgetting things - now she forgets NOTHING! It is just very difficult to deal with. She seems perfectly normal to others - of course, they don't know 'the rest of the story' as Paul Harvey used to say.
So, it this how dementia starts? Or is she just getting forgetful and irrational about it?