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Had an early night & now listening to the wind & rain.
I think that "comfort" must be the watchword. There are as many anomalies in all these personal accounts as there are differences - all are actual and belong to the individual concerned. My late mother moved through 'talking books' andHazara8 Quote:And when you take hold of a hand, even without a word being spoken, that connection is a mutual confirmation of just what we are in essence. Hold onto that and something happens which goes beyond dementia with all of its destructive arsenal.
Hazara8 Your posts are so helpful, I have been adjusting to ‘new norms’ at quite a pace. My husband responds well to me now reaching for his hand And making eye contact when he is consumed with anxiety, confusion or fear.A while ago he would pull away with anger, because to him I caused his ‘problem’, (we always held hands when out and about or sitting at home.) he was at times very difficult, this phase has passed, hopefully not to return.His language is disappearing rapidly and He cannot follow TV. Like Canary is facing, loneliness was setting in for me to, as far as conversation and sharing interest. So I took someone’s advice to revive interest from his (and mine) teenage years. Hence, bought husband a portable record player and vinyls, installed a tropical fish tank and started going on short day coach trips (sitting him in front so he could watch the road). Now this sounds all very easy, but of course it wasn’t, I dragged him around buying records, Buying fish and coaxed him to get up for trips, listened to all the grumbled about other people etc.....His temperament gradually changed, music helped a lot. Except he is now months later struggling to use the record player and he is getting tired on the trips. So probably heading for another ‘new norm’, but we have made some pleasant memories after some not so good ones occurring and the essence of us exist again when I hold his hand, hopefully to last a while.