I was immobilized by the fears of what my father having dementia would mean to me. At first, I was too sick and tired to want to act, and then I was too happy with where my life was heading to contemplate the huge earthquake that was my father’s potential dementia. I’m not proud when I say that I have no idea how far I would have let things go. Accepting my father’s dementia required all the things I was afraid of: rearranging and adding a burden to my own life; discussing unpleasant truths with my ill Father, convincing him that he needed to give up years of life and independence; and breaking through everyone else’s denial process as much as possible so that we could all be happy and safe.
Monday, January 5, 2015
The Determination of Denial. (Book Excerpt)
I've written a lot about denial but as it's one of the central issues of caregiving, as it were, it tends to come up a lot. I remained in denial of my father's symptoms for a good few years before I was finally forced to do something. It took him wandering in the cold and dark several times - being picked up by the police - before I reluctantly took a look at his home situation. What I found there disturbed me. He had been eating only carbohydrates, living in one tiny area of the house - without heat, not washing his clothes, and spending too much time alone.
I was immobilized by the fears of what my father having dementia would mean to me. At first, I was too sick and tired to want to act, and then I was too happy with where my life was heading to contemplate the huge earthquake that was my father’s potential dementia. I’m not proud when I say that I have no idea how far I would have let things go. Accepting my father’s dementia required all the things I was afraid of: rearranging and adding a burden to my own life; discussing unpleasant truths with my ill Father, convincing him that he needed to give up years of life and independence; and breaking through everyone else’s denial process as much as possible so that we could all be happy and safe.
I was immobilized by the fears of what my father having dementia would mean to me. At first, I was too sick and tired to want to act, and then I was too happy with where my life was heading to contemplate the huge earthquake that was my father’s potential dementia. I’m not proud when I say that I have no idea how far I would have let things go. Accepting my father’s dementia required all the things I was afraid of: rearranging and adding a burden to my own life; discussing unpleasant truths with my ill Father, convincing him that he needed to give up years of life and independence; and breaking through everyone else’s denial process as much as possible so that we could all be happy and safe.
So many
people report having seen worrying signs of dysfunction long before a crisis,
and are subsequently angry with themselves for allowing matters to reach
critical mass before stepping in. I can only tell them my own experience and
that it was solely by the grace of God that nothing too damaging happened. This
is not easy stuff. Perhaps you’ve started seeing the same kind of things that I
did - maybe worse, maybe better - but you haven’t yet acted on it. One of my
worst moments was discovering that my father had been eating so poorly - it was
unclear whether he got any proteins or vegetables – and living so roughly and
uncomfortably.
Maybe
you’ve noticed your loved one isn’t as well-groomed and dressed as usual, or
that they are forgetting basic tasks like going out for groceries, paying bills,
or feeding themselves. Maybe you’ve noticed that cognitively, your loved one is
still lucid, but they are staying at home more, not doing favorite past-times.
Maybe they just don’t seem well. There are lots of resources now that tell
individuals what signs to look for, but that still doesn’t make it any easier
to take that first step. You will always
question what you are seeing and feeling.
Sometimes
a situation progresses slowly, like ours, making it easy to ignore or put off
what needs to be done. Sometimes, the health of a loved one can change in as
little as a few days, a week, or a month, causing a crisis - since nobody is
prepared for it, it can be difficult to accept and adjust quickly. We’d rather
play it safe, believe in a comfortable lie for as long as possible, than have
to deal with painful reality.
You will
never get me to say that it was anything but agonizingly difficult and a huge
challenge to trump my excellent training in denial. It is why I empathize so
much with new caregivers who have so much to fight through before they can get
down to what needs doing. Everything did work out, more or less, for the best,
however. I do believe that putting denial behind me changed me for the better
and initiated an amazing growth process. Being able to see and deal with my
fears helped me help my father through the hardships that were to come.
It may
take an incident, accident, a visit from the police, or trip to the ER before
we can shrug our way out from under denial and take charge. In our case, I’m
glad that nothing worse happened – that nobody was hurt or killed because of
our inability to face the truth. Going against denial, however, meant going
against a lifetime of training in the subtleties and fine points of disavowing
reality. It’s
important to at least be aware of our denial, even if we can’t yet force
ourselves to act. But eventually, we will be asked to lead the way by accepting
the responsibility of addressing, managing, and being honest about the
emotional and physical realities of the situation.
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That's very true... For a long time we just put down MIL's bad memory to old age, and had it stayed at that stage, then our lives would be very different now...
ReplyDeleteAnd then there is the denial of the person themselves. Once a very competent and able person... changes. "There's nothing wrong with me." "I am taking care of myself." "I've never had a car accident." "Keep your nose out of my business." "I had a cup of tomato juice for dinner." "This ATM, remote, key, computer, phone, stove, garage door opener, printer... doesn't work anymore." "I took a shower yesterday."...
ReplyDeleteYou know it! I never could get Dad out of denial.
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