Burt’s dementia started with explosive symptoms from the get-go.
He was listless for a while but quickly proceeded to mimic schizophrenia.
[This in no way excuses the doctor who offered this up as a diagnosis. As the neurologist’s team said 80 year olds don’t suddenly become schizophrenic.]
These next phases included delusions and Capgras Syndrome.
We were standing in the lobby together when he asked a neighbor if she’d seen me. He was constantly misplacing me.
Sometimes, when he looked for me, I would say, “Let me see if she’s back from the store.” I would come back through the door and be recognized.
Other times if he found me, he assumed I was one of multiple women, all of whom claimed to be his wife.
He welcomed my company and told me long stories about his career and life. He flirted.
He wanted to go back to his other apartment. This entailed walking around the hallway and back to our door. He would discover that this was his home.
He resented the little people living in our apartment. They were not only using his electricity but also impinged on his privacy. In anticipation of our move to a larger space upstairs, he gave them a talking-to and forbade them from following us.
I had worried what to do if these hallucinations didn’t clear out with the change. To my astonishment, Burt found a way to solve that problem.
I assume that some of his medications helped in reducing some of these early symptoms.
Unfortunately, time and the progression of his disease have brought Capgras, hallucinations, and delusions back into our lives. His illogical thinking is more pronounced as well.
I had been basking in improvements and happier experiences. I can only hope that this dip will bring an upturn and not be with us for long. Or maybe it will be what it will be.
this is our life 
Sounds a lot like life at our house. My husband had 5 wives named Peggy. That came about because he would introduce himself and ask my name. Before I learned better, I would answer “I’m Peggy, I’m your wife.” One Valentine’s Day he asked me to take him to the Hallmark store, where he bought 5 valentine cards “For My Wife.” He gave me one of them – the rest are still in hiding somewhere. I eventually figured out that in my husband’s case, it was not Capgras – which is usually described as he thinks I look just like his wife, but I’m really an imposter ready to do him harm. In my husband’s case it’s visual agnosia/Prosopagnosia (Visual agnosia is defined as a condition in which a person can see but cannot recognize or interpret visual information, due to a disorder in the parietal lobes. Prosopagnosiais an inability to recognize human faces. Individuals with prosopagnosia know that they are looking at faces, but cannot recognize people by the sight of their face, even people whom they know well.) My husband never thinks that I am an imposter, but he doesn’t know who I am.
As for the little people around, he even called the police one time when I wasn’t home because he couldn’t get them to leave.
I never had him ask someone else where I was when I was with him, but he frequently asked me where his wife was. Most of your other points are valid here too.
Peggy
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