I don’t know, but there are moments when I really hope I don’t get older, don’t make it to those so called Golden Years. I mean, I look at Mom, at how she is struggling just to watch a damn video, and it tears at me. I mean one second she’s enthralled in the video, then has a look of panic on her face, because she thinks there is someone on the balcony with a flashlight.
Worse, is she won’t say so, because she thinks we’ll think she’s mad.
It is like a never ending nightmare. There is nothing on the balcony, besides, if there was our dog Molly would be going ballistic. What she does see is light reflections on the ball or the chrome on the fridge. Yet she is adamant that isn’t it, so now she suffers in silence.
On the one hand, they say confront the discrepancies, go and show that it isn’t what they are imagining. Yet how is that good, if she stops talking to you about what troubles her? Then you start to wonder, what else is she keeping from you, hiding, that maybe you should know about.
And then, if you do ignore it, or play along even, you run yourself ragged, and are fostering her delusions. So again, it is a no win situation, because when normalcy returns, & she remembers, her trust in you lessens, again bringing about a lack of real communication.
You just can’t win, can you?