I have no more questions.
He's got nothing left to lose.
I don't need to ask, is it part of the progression of the disease...? do other dementia sufferers do this? can anyone tell me how to deal with this problematic behaviour?
I'm so tired of the sadness, I'm so sad that we couldn't stop it, I'm so sad that he has a body and mind that won't do what he wants them to, even now my body and mind screams at me, do something, there must be something you can do to make him better, to save him, to get him back. And then it says, 'I know, ask Dad, he's always got the answer.' Its like I can't remember that I've lost him already which is understandable to some extent because he's still here.
And so it goes, on and on, everyday and I am just waiting now, waiting, not for him to die, I'm past wanting/needing that release. I'm just waiting.
I feel lost on here, because I no longer need to know anything. And quite often what I do know is better coming from someone who has only recently gone through the issue themselves, because I am no longer in the same frame of mind as some one who isn't waiting yet.
I feel old. I want to help but I don't speak the same language as the young folk on here. (This is coming from a 33yr old!)
I will continue to post however as a 33yr old doesn't have many peers that she can otherwise talk to about such feelings and because when I see someone asking questions that I know the answer to, or can empathise with I want to help. But forgive me if I sound...like I am just...waiting...
P.S. I know there are other 'waiters' out there (not under the employ of a restaurant), but we all seem to go quiet in our old age...
He's got nothing left to lose.
I don't need to ask, is it part of the progression of the disease...? do other dementia sufferers do this? can anyone tell me how to deal with this problematic behaviour?
I'm so tired of the sadness, I'm so sad that we couldn't stop it, I'm so sad that he has a body and mind that won't do what he wants them to, even now my body and mind screams at me, do something, there must be something you can do to make him better, to save him, to get him back. And then it says, 'I know, ask Dad, he's always got the answer.' Its like I can't remember that I've lost him already which is understandable to some extent because he's still here.
And so it goes, on and on, everyday and I am just waiting now, waiting, not for him to die, I'm past wanting/needing that release. I'm just waiting.
I feel lost on here, because I no longer need to know anything. And quite often what I do know is better coming from someone who has only recently gone through the issue themselves, because I am no longer in the same frame of mind as some one who isn't waiting yet.
I feel old. I want to help but I don't speak the same language as the young folk on here. (This is coming from a 33yr old!)
I will continue to post however as a 33yr old doesn't have many peers that she can otherwise talk to about such feelings and because when I see someone asking questions that I know the answer to, or can empathise with I want to help. But forgive me if I sound...like I am just...waiting...
P.S. I know there are other 'waiters' out there (not under the employ of a restaurant), but we all seem to go quiet in our old age...