This morning, we attended our first Suppot Group run by the AS.
Dhiren was happy to come with, I think he was glad to get out of the house. But when we arrived, he shrank into himself, turned his head to gaze out of the window, resisted making eye contact with anyone and his body language showed how full of tension he was.
I managed, very quietly, to tell him that everyone in the group had Alzheimers, just as he did, and they all felt as he did.
He shook his head and said `There is a stigma in having Alzheimers.`
When he was asked a direct question, to draw him into the group, his voice was so weak and quiet, his lack of self confidence was pitiful. But he began to listen to others and identified with their reminiscences, and I could feel a slow relaxation and unwinding happening.
When it was over and we were on our way home, he told me how much he had enjoyed it.