Re: Losing my mother's marbles
It seems the subtle complexities of technology seems to be a useful identifier of a failing mind.
I was the first in my family to realise something was amiss with my mother when as the family IT support I was asked for help to log into her online banking (which she had used for a while regularly without any issue). She was being prompted for three characters from her password and had to use a drop down list of all letters and numbers to select the answer.
She duly entered the first and second characters it asked for correctly, but she couldn't handle being asked for the 10th character from her password. When I asked why she said there wasn't a number 10 in the list. I had to explain that like the first two boxes it was the 10th character in her password. She still couldn't get it so I asked her what the tenth character of her password was, she answered "ten". In the end I had to take the full password off her and identify the 10th character (which was a number) so I could get her logged in, then go downstairs to discuss it with my dad.
It was a while before my dad started noticing issues and it then took quite a while longer to get her referred by the GP as when she was taken to the doctors, she could answer all his questions perfectly "Who is the prime minister", "what's the date" etc and appeared normal in all respects.