It is now over 13 years since my mum died, and I write this just over a week from what would have been her 70th birthday. Although she died when I was 27, I lost her a long time before that, probably around the age of about 21 when she got her diagnosis – early onset dementia, or Alzheimer’s. As you can imagine the parent child role reversal was pretty swift, and shocking, and something I certainly wasn’t equipped to deal with as a young woman in the middle of university and about to head to London to embark on a career in fashion PR. My mum got her diagnosis at the age of 50, although she had been showing signs from her late 40’s, we just didn’t realise it. Her deterioration progressed quickly and suddenly I found myself faced with an incapable toddler, a stroppy teenager and a frail old lady all rolled into one. She lost her job, her driving licence and gradually her dignity. It was horrific and now even just hearing …