Dementia is a vile disease. There seems no rhyme or reason for it, or who it chooses to affect. My 75 Mum was diagnosed shortly after Dad died in early 2011. It became pretty clear soon after he died that he had been the “brains” of the operation. She would drive whilst he gave continuous instruction and directions. My brother and I went out with Mum in the car to see how she was managing and were frankly scared witless. We raised it with her GP who gave a full Mental Health assessment and diagnosed dementia and recommended that she not drive anymore. Obviously she forgot this almost immediately and we ended up disabling the car by disconnecting the battery. This worked for a while until “helpful” neighbours reconnected it for her!
Anyway, to cut a long and sometimes difficult story short, the MOT was up so I removed the car to take it the the garage, and it never came back. (As I have LPA, I sold it for her).
Many difficult and horrible arguments have happened since, but she accepts it now.
I am not saying it ever gets better, as the disease robs you of the person you have loved all of your life, but they will forget awkward issues like this in time. I have even managed to be able to have a laugh about Mum’s driving with her since…
Si