Dorothy’s Dementia

Sunday Evening- I’ve been on the phone with Dorothy since 6:22 – It’s 7:18 – her song is the same.  )-:  

I hate it for her   When I’m with her one on one- it’s a lot harder than it is on the phone.  At least on the phone I don’t have to listen, I just have to agree, and speak every once in a while.  I do the laundry, or the dishes (on mute of course).   Sometimes she cries – sometimes she doesn’t.   Sometimes I can get her in a different direction – sometimes I can’t.  Tonight, is a can’t night.  She is so sad and distraught about what has happened to her.  And we all know – nothing happened to her- her memory is just gone.   

She’s worried about me tonight- if I decide to move into her house- that the same boys might break in and do the same thing to me.   

Because they are just mean- I don’t know, I mean, I’m totally, I guess I don’t know how to express it. I’m totally blindsided- not sure why someone would do this to me.   So…. somebody had to do it. Do you think I’m logical?  I just —you now, I don’t know, I don’t know what to do Cheryl.  I don’t want to live in fear, but I want to continue living my life, I’m going to have to figure out how to do that.  I might have to leave Georgia.  I thought about going back to Ohio- I know people up there, I have cousins up there and people.  I’d get a place to live and just live my life.  I don’t need a big group of people around me  I don’t’ need somebody coming to see me every day.  I know I’d miss you and Paul- but I could talk to you on the phone every day.  I don’t feel safe here, I was thinking if somebody finds out where I am– here- they could come and do something to me here.  They could just walk in – who would know.  So, it’s —–I guess I think too much.  I’ve been thinking I should go into Assisted Living , but I don’t know how much it will cost.   I thought I had insurance  I’m going to need your help and a specialists to make the right decision.  To see if I’m stable enough – I’m thinking you know what I want to do.  I know my way around and I know where I am. So ……. but I don’t know what to do . I truly don’t know what to do.

I’ll help you figure it out mom. 

Thank you Cheryl


I’m crying because I’m afraid of getting attacked again, I think.

This conversation- her song goes on and on and on and on- for 1 hour and 12 minutes.  I’m glad I was here to listen to her.  

Peace & Love,

Cheryl Doreen

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