Scuse the uh... gallows humour?? I went back to my hometown to visit ailing mother for the better part of a week and it was an experience I wouldn't wish on anyone. I hope it would be obvious but I'm not blaming my poor mother for her condition and delusions, I'm pissed off that nobody thought to tell me the particulars of her illness until I was in my fucking 30s (note: not every case of Parkinson's involves dementia). But apparently my nanna's thing was 'don't bother the kids with that, lie about it instead'- which, she was being kind about add 'kind liar' to the list of things that seem to reflect in my interest but now I'm gonna have to deal with the fact I have 'false memories' and nobody prepared me for that














