The Third Person

27 Feb

Got back home this afternoon after a weekend away in London. My sister, Jean, stayed with mum on the Friday and Saturday and she did exactly the same thing, got up and tried to get dressed in the middle of the night. Luckily for my brother, Mark, when he stayed over last night she was fine.

Mark doesn’t see mum on a daily basis like myself and Jean and he said that he noticed how much she had deteriorated recently.

It felt to me as though she’d deteriorated just in three days but that’s probably because she’s had her routine upset and that always sets her back a bit. When I tried to discuss the disturbed nights with her, she talked about herself in the third person, saying “Well I don’t think she knows she’s getting dressed in the night.” Very bizarre. She has been getting personal pronouns mixed up for some time, muddling ‘he’ and ‘she’ but this is a first.

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Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Diary



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