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DiscussionHung out with my new friend depression for a day.
Caregivers: Dementia | Last Active: Jul 25, 2023 | Replies (9)Comment receiving replies
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Wow, this is starting to be me. Every day presents its new challenges. This group is so helpful. I’ve been a “lurker” for the most part, as I tend not to put my feelings out there, so thank you for doing so! In our case, we are just getting started down this path, but changes seem to be happening more frequently. For example, yesterday my husband jotted down a few things we needed from the grocery store. I’m used to his forgetting one or two of them. Two times, he drove right past a store and forgot he had a list in his pocket! When he got home, and I saw no evidence of said grocery items, I just gathered up my keys and quietly said I was going to the grocery store for a few things. He still did not remember he had planned to go! (I did not remind him.) He used to be so very detail-oriented. Take good care of yourself, because no one else can do that.
I had a friend with repeated brain tumors, and she had a day she called her DDD day (designated, depression, day). One day a month she allowed herself to fully sink into the feelings she was always hiding and/or keeping at arms length. She said this one day gave her the gumption to face all the other days of the month. She didn't schedule it - DDD scheduled itself - along with her permission. On this day she released her tears, anger, disappointment in life's plans, and she was a better person afterwards.
Now, with my sweet hubby's journey with LBD, I find that there is no way to have one of these days because LBD is a sneaky thief that pulls at your heart in unexpected times and places. The only opportunity for the release of emotions is often in the dark of the night, when all is quiet, and even then, he might wake up and start wandering or asking questions, or just want to be held. My tears seem to upset him in a sweet way, but they do not help him on his path. I do realize that this is not real healthy for me, but the choice is not mine as I will probably live longer than he will, and there will be plenty of time to feel deep down hurts that are just waiting to be felt. I have managed to get some help for 6 - 9 hours a week and that gives me moments to get some other things off my plate- mainly dealing with household needs/chores. However, a friend who has lost her husband to LBD, told me that for now, "your time is not your own." I am one that doesn't want to have regrets in this journey- (quite impossible with this thief), so I cry when I am rarely alone, yell on a short drive to some place, or laugh at the amazing memories we have made and treasure the past. My sweet hubby is getting up now - so on to getting the new, mysterious day started. God Bless all of you...and justbill123 - may you have some extra special, happy moments to treasure today.