My mother has never been diagnosed with any type of memory disorders, and had almost thought the doctor had overlooked something, but then realized that her memory is sharp as a tack when she speaks to someone about the past. Her past, my brothers, her brothers, sister, momma, daddy, old friends, jobs she's had, my dad, trips she's taken, songs, etc. You get the idea.
My thing is. She has no memories of her and I. None.
I ask her for one memory, just one, she just stared at me with a blank look on her face.
Needless to say I am devastated. We have gone on so many trips together across country. We've done so much together. I have wonderful memories and she has none. I have been erased from her mind.
I'm confused as to how this could happen, I'm angry that I have given up my life to make sure she is taken care of, I quit my job a year ago to move home and be her caregiver. She is 95 years young but still able to get around as well as expected.
I'm her only daughter and the baby of the family. My brothers are no help. So its basicly just me to keep this house running smoothly. And trust me it ain't easy.
But I would think out of anyone else on this earth, I would be the last person she would forget.
Someone out there please tell me you've gone thru this and tell me how do I cope with 58yrs of memories being forgotten. How do I get thru the anger of feeling like I've been erased.
I don't have experience with selective memory loss. Hopefully, someone who does will come along.
Im giving it to God and just keep praying that she will know me before she leaves this earth.
Thank you for your caring and concern.
Gof Bless
But, I understand, I get my feelings hurt sometimes when she will tell a stroy and I was there a very present part of the story but she might remember it as someone else or just wipes me out of the story altogether.
Again, I do not know why. I am sure that there is a reason, but try not to worry too much about it. It is the here and now that is important, and we will not have them with us on this earth forever.
Maybe there is something to the fact that we as their caregivers have to be separated from we as their children in their mind. I don't know.
But don't let it bother you too much.
May God bless you in your journey.
You know in your heart what you have done to care for her. And you know the memories the two of you have shared. Write those down for you as well as for her. Alas, this happens. Hugs to you, OP.