We haven't reached this point yet but it's getting harder to watch my mil eat. For the last three nights she's been in a strange sort of "dopey fog" during supper. She's always fine at lunch time, but the evening meals just drag on and on while she fumbles with her utensils, stares intermittently out the window, struggles to pick pieces of food up with her spoon or fork, pushes it around on her plate, then finally manages to just barely transfer it into her mouth. It's agonizing to watch her go through this, even though I know she isn't really aware of it herself.
How do you determine when it's time to step in? How do you explain to them that they need help with eating? It seems like the final indignity (as if needing me to help wipe her a** isn't already causing her indignity enough!) it's so sad!