It was a strange day today.
It started with a mood change, caused by a post this morning here on TP reminding me just how much we are all affected by long term caring.
When my son called for his regular Sunday visit, he also seemed affected by a mood change, caused by or causing a feeling of disenchantment, which is very unusual for him.
He and I share the same dislike of flies and one was flying around the living room. Paul wanted to open the french windows so he could waft it out. The key wasn`t in the usual place.
I then remembered I had moved it to a safer place but couldn`t for the life of me remember where I`d put it so had to use the one on my key ring.
Paul got rid of the fly and I was mithered, wondering where I`d put the key.
Paul said `Relax, Don`t worry about it.`
He`d misunderstood my worry. My concern was where I had put the key, not that I couldn`t remember where it was.
I sensed his brain ticking over, thinking `mum must be losing it`. We were definitely not on the same wavelength.
It gave me an empathetic light bulb moment, understanding how frustrating it must be for people with memory loss feeling they have been misunderstood and being unable to clarify why.
I found the key after he`d gone.
I`ve just noticed the last time I posted here, nearly a month ago, it was also about a fly.
It started with a mood change, caused by a post this morning here on TP reminding me just how much we are all affected by long term caring.
When my son called for his regular Sunday visit, he also seemed affected by a mood change, caused by or causing a feeling of disenchantment, which is very unusual for him.
He and I share the same dislike of flies and one was flying around the living room. Paul wanted to open the french windows so he could waft it out. The key wasn`t in the usual place.
I then remembered I had moved it to a safer place but couldn`t for the life of me remember where I`d put it so had to use the one on my key ring.
Paul got rid of the fly and I was mithered, wondering where I`d put the key.
Paul said `Relax, Don`t worry about it.`
He`d misunderstood my worry. My concern was where I had put the key, not that I couldn`t remember where it was.
I sensed his brain ticking over, thinking `mum must be losing it`. We were definitely not on the same wavelength.
It gave me an empathetic light bulb moment, understanding how frustrating it must be for people with memory loss feeling they have been misunderstood and being unable to clarify why.
I found the key after he`d gone.
I`ve just noticed the last time I posted here, nearly a month ago, it was also about a fly.