"Well, I must be going a little bit senile."

The most surreal sort of conversation with my mom. I looked upset today and she asked what was wrong. And I told her how I have been working so hard and trying to do all of these things etc and how difficult it has been.

Also how hard it has been that she remembers a good chunk of what happens -- but for some reason her brain will record different sections of it having happened in an identical looking apartment but not this one, happening with a different Me (and she describes it as "the other / another" me) and so she overwhelms me, because apparently there are two to three of me who, in her perception/memory, are sharing the workload, or each me might have different information, etc. Even though!! she remembers that all three of the me's, will tell her there is only one, and we are all the same person.

This when she said, "Well, I must just be going a little bit senile" - without a touch of sarcasm or irony or anything. "You're doing your best! I wouldn't have been able to do this with my mother. You just worry about what you can handle! And if you have to do something? You just do it, and then tell me that you did it." Also said something along the lines of "Don't worry about when I start talking about crazy stuff, tell me I'm full of s*** and don't even worry about it. I don't want you to be upset about this. We'll do what we have to do."

This literally sounds like "Things that haven't happened ever" and its when she is saying things like this that I start trying to re-asses what the HECK is going on in her head >.<

I need to spend a few hours zoning out in front of my PC now. May everyone else also get a weird moment of clarity from someone. <3