The struggle with acceptance and clarity about dementia's effects on our lives
What do you think it's about - what makes it feel hard even while in the early phases of dementia when your spouse/partner can still take care of their ADLs and still communicate somewhat?
I need help finding words to describe or explain - what is this nebulous sense of enormous change in our lives? It feels seismic even after all these years. Is it my imagination running wild and it needs to be corraled?
I need help to verbalize what this experience is like, to make it real... for myself and others.
There's an imp, or perhaps it's a gargoyle, sitting on my shoulder asking repeatedly, What's your problem? Why is it hard for you to explain, even to the new primary care doctor you saw today for your own health, what is going on in our house that I struggle with chronic depression? We have so many blessings and things to be thankful for.
I'm also especially vulnerable to friends/acquaintances who say, "Oh he seems really good." (I know they mean well, but I can fall into the pit of questioning my own judgement; questioning maybe he just had a temporary nervous breakdown that's dragging on. How does one let go of the painful loneliness of feeling unheard and/or not understood. )
Or is it my perception that needs adjusting? Am I mis-reading the truth of the matter? Is there some character flaw getting in my way of seeing clearly what's happening to us? What are the realities?
Is it mostly my own attitude, and it needs changing? How does one find mental/emotional peace about it? How can one dwell in acceptance of what is?
Thank you for the chance to let it out here in a safe place.