I see me having dementia as a journey. The arrival will be when I am in Residential Care, which I am definitely not looking forward to, but my one consolation is that I will not understand what is happening.

I have no choice over the fact that I am on this journey so I believe that I have to find enjoyment where I can. I would much rather not have dementia or the symptoms, but there again one cannot control the future so something else might have come along and snookered me!

Because I keep busy I get more foggy days, but I would rather that. Also, I wonder whether my keep busy attitude goes against me as I can look and act fine, for a while. But behind closed doors I am exhausted, can be crabby and generally washed out

Money certainly helps to keep one comfortable but what is the point of working so much in a well paid job that you don’t enjoy when life might come along and hit you at any time, ie with dementia? Also, there is the contentious issue of paying for your care, without getting into the rights and wrongs, you get virtually the same care whether rich or poor. Certainly in the latter stages one should get the same level, it all boils down to being treated with dignity.

I worked in many jobs until I found what I really liked;the care sector. Minimum wage, or close, but I enjoyed it. Then bam, my life changed with dementia. With my dementia, no amount of money could give me what I really want to do; travel to Iceland (the country), one last time. I find it hard enough to travel to the nearest city 30 miles away.

We are lucky to live in Scotland which does deliver a basic level of care, it has its faults but I do know it could be a lot worse!