Dementia is something that is in my family history, on both sides. So I suspect that I may have to deal with it. Or rather, I suspect that my husband and children may one day have to deal with me having Alzheimer’s.
This scares me.
The husband and I have danced around this issue. We don’t have full-blown conversations about what will happen when- or if- I develop Alzheimer’s Disease, but we do talk about different aspects of it in mini-doses.
It’s less scary in small chunks.
I’ve told him a thousand times that he had better take my keys away when I become an unsafe driver. I’ll be pissed, I’m sure, but I need him to do it anyway.
And then I had to clarify that no, I didn’t mean TODAY, smart arse.
We’ve talked about how, after a certain point, I’d rather he not let the medical staff do anything drastic to keep me around.
And I’ve told him repeatedly that I don’t want him to be a martyr to Alzheimer’s. Being a caretaker is difficult, and if- or when- it becomes too hard, I don’t want him to feel any guilt about arranging for other care.
But we’ve never sat down and had a lengthy conversation about this. We dance around the topic, because it’s too much to take in all at once.
Slightly Similar Nonsense:
- Eventually, I will lose my mind
- Letters from my Desk
- Things that I am good at doing
- Lemony Snicket, The Lonelies and Mental illness