What is it when the behavior of an elderly changes from confused to bold?

Eddie, Thank you very much that article is helping already and she does have those symtoms. Jerri

JERRI:

Sorry for going off on a tangent. I was trying to make a point and kept yakking and yakking about myself.

Anyway, it seems to me your Mom is showing signs of dementia.

Good luck my friend. ... Now, I have to make an appointment with my shrink tomorrow and see if he can tighten up a couple of these screws.

JERRI:

First things to mind were "self-defense" and "fighting for survival." Then I thought about the movie in which Gypsy Rose Lee's mother said "Let me do something da__ it!" Unable to be of use, she tried to do something ... even if it backfired.

A better example, perhaps, was a tennis match I played in college against a crafty lefty that had the right answer for my every shot. Seemingly neutralized and about to be sent packing, I told my coach to take a swim in the River Styx and began to crack the ball. I was afraid, confused, and my kneecaps danced for almost 2 hours. Didn't know if it'd work in the end, but I chose to go keep fighting to the last ball. The chance of my team making it to the finals didn't matter anymore.

In the locker room, my teammates congratulated me for the almost-psychotic kind of tennis. The coach's gums kept flapping his gums about my failure to follow instructions and play "percentage" tennis. He also asked what possessed me to embarrass him the way I did and if I actually did it on purpose.

Crying like a baby, I told him I was confused and had no clue what to do. I lost the 1st set 0-6; took the 2nd, 7-6 and the 3rd, 6-0.

Amidst all the fear-bred confusion, I kept searching for answers. Spread my wings, hoped, and prayed all the way through. We didn't win the Championships a month later. The warmed the bench for my "disloyalty" to the team. Our frat-boy captained showed up hungover and barfed between sets, his best buddy underestimated a Chinese kid with a forehand like Steffi Graf and an Ivan Lendl backhand, and the doubles team couldn't get a serve in even at 70 mph.

To make a long story short, I'm still confused.

Mother is keeping it quiet if she has been diagnosed with dementia, I do not go with her to the doctor she can still drive, this is what is weird. By Bold she is still in charge and wants to control me, however is abusive to me yelling giving orders etc. Some of the confusion clears then she seems more nicer at times but shes not timid or afraid maybe worried about things thats all.

Has she been diagnosed with dementia? Has there been a medical opinion as to the type of dementia?

By "bold" do you mean more confident? Or aggressive? Does the confusion clear up as the day goes on, or is she just as confused but less timid?