Living with dementia

Living with dementia sometimes feels as if my soul is being sucked out, little bit by little bit, as my world slowly disappears. I have presented much of this blog elsewhere, and perhaps even here, but it felt right to publish this today…

stack of china platesCommunicating with a person with dementia:

For the memory impaired, memory is like a stack of china.

If you try to pull a plate from the middle, the whole thing comes crashing down. We need the time to continue our stories chronologically, one china plate at a time.

This is why it is important to give us time to collect what is left of our thoughts, and the time to find the words to tell you about them. It seems crucial to me that others resist the urge to give us a nudge to hurry us along as that will most likely make us stumble and lose our footing, i.e. our words. This is when our plates come crashing down.

In 2011 I wrote an article published in The Big Issue, and this is part of what I said back then.

‘My high functioning mind has slipped away, sometimes showing itself like a ghost, trying to tease me into believing it will be okay, but now outside of my reach. My thoughts fly around inside my head like helium balloons high inside an auditorium, also out of my reach.’

This is part of what I wrote in 2010 or 2011:

‘Speaking and thinking is more difficult, the search for words, the meaning of words, numbers and equations are now a major challenge. I am seeing a word in strange ways, not as whole words any more but as if they are split into two. The acquired dyslexia is changing terms like Hamish and Andy into Amish and Handy. It is much harder to hide the symptoms, or to rely on the inner voice I have been using to help me to think and to find the right words to speak. It is harder to process information, to know how to act and to respond, how to behave appropriately and to know what to do in normal every day situations.

There are many more moments where the slips of my tongue or mind are evident and my tongue twists as it struggles with the effort of finding the right words. Studying and writing has been greatly impacted, as it takes many more hours to not only to understand what it is I am meant to do, but then to actually do it. For example it can take up to an hour to make a short email legible. My abilities are permanently damaged and my photographic memory is dead and buried! I read then I forget… I read then I forget… I read, I take notes, and then I forget… I blog, and it is always there!’

It like being a swan – calm and serene on the surface, but legs paddling a thousand times faster below the surface to make things look ok to others. It feels humiliating and demoralising to show my symptoms, and I am often very fatigued as I spend a large amount of energy hiding them. As the months go by, I know I am paddling much harder, and occasionally wonder when I may not be able to paddle enough to hide the symptoms of dementia.

I continue to try to negotiate a secure footing despite the ground relentlessly shifting beneath me. There is no balance. There is no place of respite. Dementia in many ways represents the end of dreaming, a long and unforgiving one way odyssey into obscurity, clouded in a thick and unforgiving fog.

And yet, it has been possible to live a good life, with renewed meaning and even a sense of well being. This has been possible through continuing to live my pre diagnosis life, as well as the meaning and engagement from the advocacy work I do, my continued relationships with a few very special friends, and the many new friends I have made.

13 thoughts on “Living with dementia

  1. Hi Kate, I am relatively new to your blog. I met you a a recent Alzheimers workshop in Parkdale and I thought you were inspiring. I have worked with people living with dementia for 25 years now and I continue to be in awe of their ability to rise above this awful disease. I look forward to your insights and commend you for your passion to advocate for people in your situation.


  2. My heart rips open for you. Thank you for sharing so that we understand. My dad had Alzheimer’s, as did my husband’s father. They’re both gone now, and every little memory slip causes the fear to crash into our being that we, too, will have Alzheimer’s too soon. Like our Dads.
    Thank you, thank you, thank you. Keep writing. It helps us understand, too.


  3. Kate, your writing, your reflections and your deep concerns help to make us all aware of just how special and privileged we feel to be allowed a glimpse of your world. Be very sure we (and I am sure I am speaking for us all) will be here for you in whatever way we can. If blogging and being blogged (is that a word?) is sustaining and supportive for you – then its the least we can and will do. Keep writing – it is inspired and inspiring.


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