A tough topic for today! Parenting is something I have tried to consider consciously every day, and living with dementia means I try even harder. It is so easy to get lost in parenting, in the sense of parenting by rote the same way you were parented. It is also very easy to blame parents for…
Well, my blog is barely here today, and my chat for Project 366 on my Conversation page has not even been thought about yet. When I got out of bed this morning, sometime later than I had planned last night, I felt like giving up. Lately the edge has gone from my striving and energy to keep…
A fellow blogger and wonderful friend recently wrote a blog about dreaming. I responded on her blog, and then added an afterthought (a current dream, which she asked her followers to add) to her Facebook page. It is easy to stop dreaming, especially when you are living with or beside dementia. Whether you are the…
Firstly some of you might ask, what is a Walkman? For you really young readers, it is the original version of the iPod or MP3 player… Ok, you now might ask, What do Walkmans have to do with change? Many years ago when the Walkman arrived in Australia, I felt it was the height of rudeness…
Fridays mornings always glow in this house after the love and banter shared between us following what has become almost a ritual, our Thursday night family meal. The adult kids don’t stay late, but the few hours we have together is always perfect. In two weeks time, I was informed last night, we need to…
Yes, that is what it seems I’ve been doing the last few months, walking on eggshells. The last couple of blogs have really had them cracking too. I’ve been blogging away about the thoughts going through my head, about my fears, about my impression and opinion of what I see around me, and of how…
My last blog was definitely a hot topic… so much so I am writing a blog-reply today. I think I’m glad to have raised it again, but right now I do wish I was a Lion. They are much braver than me and I fear I will need to be very brave if I continue…
I am feeling the emotional burden of having people I love locked up in the human cattle yards for dementia and aged care. One friend is as many of you know quite young. If I was well, there is no way I would be able to have any of them live with us, not even one of…
1. First Important Lesson – Cleaning lady During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of…
Unfortunately real memory loss caused by something like dementia is not selective, and is not simple age related forgetfulness. It is a damned shame we can’t pick and choose which memories we lose; my husband would like me to forget the things he does that annoy me(of course, I occasionally let him know about them!!). Someone from New…
When I realised I had set myself up to write two blogs per day for 366 days, it was difficult to imagine what I would write about for each one, and I also wondered how on earth I would find enough to write about. The Daily blog continues to be my more serious thinking and writing…
Yes, that is what it is sometimes like. I have lots of gay and lesbian friends, and some have talked about how challenging it was to come out about their sexuality. Their stories and feelings of despair in some ways parallel those of mine coming out about dementia. There are many people who still believe…
I wanted to add this to one of my comments on a new online friends blog today, but either I am not tech savvy enough, or the security mechanisms don’t allow it. Either way, I wanted to share it, and the Universe says here, today, because we all worry way too much about too many things.…
Why? Why? Why? (Or Why not?) When your children are young, this is the question you hear many times a day. It is for me, perhaps the most profound question in the world. I encouraged my children to question everything, to always ask about stuff. I even suggested they always ask for what they wanted, as there…
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