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I used to be a live-in aide for an elderly woman named Louise in her 90's who had Alzheimer's. She had an adult daughter living in Connecticut who never visited even once in the 4 years that I lived there. Louise decided that I must be her daughter, and so she called me Carol; her daughter's name. I used to try and correct her that I wasn't Carol, but eventually I realized it soothed her thinking that I was, so I just let her call me that. One day she brought me into her room and gave me a ring. She said, "I want you to have this. This was meant for Carol..... I mean.... my other Carol, but you are more of a daughter to me." I smiled and hugged her and then went upstairs and quietly cried for a long time. I loved her, but I'm too emotional for that type of work.
Yeah..it is a hard job. It can be really heartbreaking..
And some of the things they say when they are in their "childhood" mind.... you just KNOW they were abused as kids... "No daddy! Dont..." etc..
Those ones used to just kill me inside..
And some of the woman would think their husband was still sround.. and they would be afraid that they would get beaten if they didnt get back home... they would be frantic to escape cause they were afraid.
I've heard all kinds of sad heartbreaking things..
Alot of the women had babydolls.. they either thought they were their real children...
and some were further along and played with them like young children would...
We had this one italian woman... if you even dared to touch her baby..you were dead meat... and she was serious...
She would sing to it..rock it.... change it.. everything...
And the sad part?? I never saw her real kids come in once to visit her...