What Mum wants

Mum called loads of times yesterday. In some of the calls, she was wanting to go back home, saying that Denis (her carer) had locked her in and removed the key.

In one of the more lucid calls, I told her about the solicitor and that Social Services were making moves to take over her finances. She became very angry, insisting that she had given the solicitor no new instructions and that if her finances did need sorting, which she didn’t think they did, she wanted me to take over not Social Services. I explained, several times, that the solicitor won’t talk to me and that she would need to contact them. She said she would, but I know she won’t because the moment she puts the phone down, she’s forgotten every word of the conversation.

This is making me physically ill. I’ve always had a ‘dodgy’ digestive system and stress does it no good at all. The stupid stupid thing is that the solicitor won’t do anything without hearing from her. He refuses to even forward the EPA unless Mum instructs him to. The question I keep asking is how can she do this when she has dementia?

I still have no idea what I’m going to do if and when my solicitor finds out what’s going on. A big part of me wants to run away from all this. I know one thing for sure, I can’t face a drawn out legal wrangle. Even if I could afford it, I can’t afford the impact it will doubtless have on my health and my work. The last time I got involved I lost almost three months work. I was writing, but the stories came out wrong which mean fewer sales and less money coming in.

More than anything, I want this resolved, and quickly.

It’s the AGM of Leeds Writers Circle tonight. I feel I should make an effort to get there but right now all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry.