I used to think dementia was very much about people forgetting. Words, places, people and more.

We realised a good while back that for Mum it’s also about some sort of alternative reality that is based on nothing other than what is in her head.

This week she thought it would be nice for us to visit their ‘new place’.

And while this is rather a lovely alternative reality, sometimes they are not. Sometimes she will tell one of us how horrible another is to her (and all of us have been the ‘horrible one’ at some point, which is how we can be so entirely sure that it’s not true). And we have to let people know that while she is very convincing at talking about things, they often need to be taken with a pinch of salt.

There’s a lot more plate spinning to dementia than I’d thought, and this is one of the smaller plates. Practically a saucer 😬