I’ve never lived there.

We struggled with the same problem with my dear wife. She wanted to "go home" which seemed to mean her childhood home. Even as I would try to help her by just listening or asking more about the location or anything I could think of to dissipate her anxiety, it often, in the early stages, did not help. She would get her driver's license (only an identity card by then) and try to use it to show me her address not realizing that is where we were at the time, our home. In the very early stages she became so insistent that we actually got in the car so she could give me directions to her home. I followed her directions until she looked at me and said she was lost and did not know where she was. It was crushing to see her panic, fear and stress as she was lost as I dove back home. It was only as we approached our home that she said with excitement "there it is, there it is, I told you". Watching our loved ones deal with their disease and fighting to stay connected and in our world but losing ground every day is the most crushing, horrible, painful thing I ever experienced. They are in there, fighting and losing and I am convinced at some level she knew that but could not articulate it.