>>511002444depends on the type
my nan moved in with us when she started getting bad and she thought we were other people pretending to be us and keeping her captive against her will, she was constantly terrified and kept trying to escape.
eventually we had to move her to a home as we were working and couldn't be there all day and she wasn't safe in the house by herself as she kept getting out and falling over
in the home I remember taking her to the park nearby in her wheelchair and she was screaming the entire time, trying to put down her feet to stop the chair and trying to climb out of the chair. I never took her out again just went to see her in the home but she never really talked much after that.
For a while you could get her to sing by putting on old war songs and she would remember them and sing along but eventually that went as well and she was just like a blank shell, incontinent in a home being looked after by mumbling jeets and africans who god knows what they were doing to her, and we paid an absolute fortune for the privilege.
I still went to visit her but it was depressing, I'd usually just sit in silence with her or sometimes just tell her about stuff that was going on with me but it felt awkward with people around.