And other happenings: my mom’s sister Gloria is 90. The other day, my mom said she was on the phone with her, and Gloria didn’t know who she was on the phone with. My mom dealt with it in the only way she knows how to deal with things- she yelled at Aunt Gloria. “WHY DONT YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS?!?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TO?!?!”
She then said that Aunt Gloria “started acting like a bitch.” I explained to my mom that if she has dementia, that yelling at her is naturally only going to make it worse. She isn’t going to respond to being yelled at by saying, “Thanks I’m cured. I know now, you’re my sister.” My mom responded by calling me woke and accused me of “knowing everything.” When I suggested she just go along with her
To make matters worse, Aunt Gloria intends to call other people but only seems to have muscle memory for dialing my mom’s number. So this happens several times a day. Mom has finally gotten the hint to not pick up the phone. I’m so glad I no longer live in her nut house.
I’m also glad it’s not just me that she has a propensity to yell at constantly. I have come to believe that a lot of my anxiety and mental health struggles stem from her and my father just constantly yelling about everything for as long as I can remember. I don’t have siblings, and they always put on a front outside of home, so I often feel like I’m the only one who she does this to. But now I know I’m not! I have no desire to ever go “no contact” with my mom, but limited contact combined with living 65 miles away is ideal.
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