I'm sad to report that my mother has been diagnosed with advanced dementia. It was a bit of a shock, notwithstanding the fact that she hasn't been communicating for the last 3 months. But I have to say, I trust the diagnosis. After all, I came up with it.
I even asked myself for a second opinion. You have to be cautious in these circumstances. But the answer was a resounding yes, and I quote 'she's lost it. She's crackers!'
So I've started the process of grieving for our loss. Last night I opened a crate of champagne and danced around the flat cheering. Grief can impact people in very personal ways.
Needless to say, I don't think she's going to be around our place for Christmas. She's told my daughter that she loves me as a son, but hates me as a person. Well, give yourself a pat on the back for being such a great role model mum. That’s the sort of thing that mums say about their kids who’ve been high school shooters. Or paedophiles.
But in family disagreements it's important not to take sides. Particularly around Christmas. So I shall try not to get involved with the dispute between her and myself.
I think the best way to lower the temperature will be to post memories of some of our times together. Like the time she punched me in the face and knocked my bottom tooth out - that sort of thing.
Merry Christmas mumsy.
PS
Nah, that’s it. I’ve moved on. Got a school shooting to plan. And I’ve booked myself in to babysit the next door neighbours’ kid this weekend.
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