I do not care so much what anyone calls it. It is the living with it that is beyond description. I do not so much mean the person who is diagnoses with it but the family and caretakers.
My mother has it. I hate this disease. It has taken my mother from me and replaced her with someone that none of us know.
Once in a more lucid moment, I asked her what it felt like on her end to be so forgetful. She laughed and said not that bad because she forgets that she can not remember! My mom had an incredible sense of humor. I think that is part of what is allowing her to maintain some piece of herself through all of this!
Also the future is frightening, as statistically at least of of her children will also develop this disease. This makes you squirm and doubt yourself every time you forget anything! What is normal aging or just forgetting something and what is a precursor of horrid things to come?
Call it anything you want. Just please find a cure for it!