As if my depression hasn't been bad enough, my Mom got to a phone this morning at her care center and called me, spewing such evil crap that I have never heard from her lips before this. She has these spells and today's was the worst yet. I keep asking them to get her meds right so she doesn't threaten to walk back to California or "go home" wherever that is.
What she called me and what she said about me hurt.
I realize dementia does these things, but I can't take much more of this. I am going to double my Welbutrin.
Perhaps it's time for an adjustment or change to her meds. You might try getting in to talk to her doc or the nurse in the home.