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It’s funny you should ask that question, Chris, as I’ve been wondering what used to happen to people with dementia in the past. Obviously, as life expectancy has increased there are more people with dementia. I think that in the past as people with dementia became frail they succumbed to infections which can be successfully treated today. I assume that many ended their days in the workhouse or awful mental asylums if their families were not able or willing to look after
Thank you @update2020. I hope so, I hope I’m getting better, but grief is always hanging around ready to ambush me again.Fingers crossed that you have really turned a corner in your thinking there @Dutchman . Sounds promising. Now my husband has died I am beginning to see that no matter what I did I could not have stopped this. Or made it much better. We did the best we could and that has to be good enough.
Peter, what you write goes straight to my sorrowing heart. Thank you for telling us your thoughts. It’s so poignant to read about her handwriting deteriorating. I used flash cards and a toddlers word book to try to keep Keith’s reading skills going, but his writing went so quickly. I too wonder what on earth that feels like. KindredxBig mistake!! I’m looking for blank Christmas cards as Bridget used to collect them all year round. I find a box of cards but these are cards we sent each other which we kept as reminders of each special date - birthdays, anniversary and Christmas or just to say I love you.
In them I can see over the years a deterioration of her handwriting, her struggles to say how much she loved me, the mix up of grammar, but she so loved me and couldn’t express this the way she wanted.
I’m so unhappy at the thought of how much she must have wanted to say but her brain stopped her. The fear and confusion she must have felt. And it’s only now do I fully appreciate all of this.
I write this to those still going through all this to try to remember that our love ones are still in there somewhere. Try to have as little regret as possible once they’re gone. My mistake was to pretend it wasn’t happening as my coping strategy. I could have been more kind and thoughtful but generally I wasn’t. All gone now and the cards are tucked away till I feel better