One hour later
Can you help me get back to my house Paul put me up in this apartment place and I don’t feel comfortable here. The people in the other units are kinda – most of them don’t talk- but they don’t – they seem kind of grungy- I don’t know..I just don’t have a good feeling about the kind of people they are. I don’t feel comfortable and I don’t’ know what to do. It doesn’t do me any good to talk to Paul he won’t listen to me I’ve just been staying in my room with the door locked and only going down to eat and then come right back. I just don’t know what to do.
Me :I’ll be there on Friday to see you- we can talk about it then.
I’ll be alright- I keep my door shut and locked all the time. You know you never see any workers either. Never anyone at the front desk. I go and walk in the morning and there is never anybody there. I was wondering if something happened where would I go if I had some kind of a problem? I don’t know- but anyway , I’m assuming Paul picked this place out because this is where I woke up at. But I’m sure the people are fine- they have their own problems. You just never know what people will do. After supper I never go out of my room, I go back to my room and lock the door. I don’t’ understand why Paul does this to me… he’s done it several times. To me I’m safer in my own house- so I don’t know but I -sigh- I just don’t um understand why my life has turned into a nightmare – basically.
If you know —I thought I had a house, my own house I don’t know why I can’t go back there.
Well maybe you can find someplace closer to where you are to put me. There’s a couple assisted livings close to me– I don’t know how much they cost- I don’t know where I am- is it expensive? It’s like a motel type of thing- row after row of —so I don’t know – like I say I don’t know how my life got so out of control- you wake up and you don’t know where you are and you don’t’ see anyone you know. I would like for you to help me to find a place where I feel safer if I can’t go back to my house. I don’t’ understand why I can’t go back to my house. Paul might listen to you better to you than he does me I don’t know why he’s making decisions for me when I still capable of making them for myself I don’t know I hope you can help me.
Bye
She just runs on and on and on without a breath- I wish I could help her breathe. Her song remains the same.
Peace & Love,
Cheryl Doreen
Dorothy's Dementia 