Hello
@Grahamstown and I am holding you in my heart. Please consider yourself hugged. Awful, awful, to have had that moment. It was you who spoke of ours as a looking glass world, not long ago, a metaphor I’ve repeated a number of times to others, because it is so very apt. And now the serene swan: I was like that when our son was here last week, even though I became sharply and unpleasantly aware at times that it was a facade and that the stress of maintaining it was taking its toll.
Remember that our OHs abilities do fluctuate, mine gets affected by too much sun, and also by tiredness or ... cue scary music! ... unfamiliar surroundings. It is frightening at worst, and deeply disconcerting at the very least, when their fragile grasp on what we would call reality, slips for an instant, and one becomes abruptly aware of the gulf of confusion they are for the most part still at least partially concealing.
An old friend of my son’s said that with highly intelligent people like your OH the apparent competence can be maintained far, far longer, making it almost impossible even for specialists to discern the underlying truth of the situation. My take on this is that, in the case of your OH and mine, their ability to compensate means that, when the fissures can’t be concealed any longer, they are deeper and sharper, and the decline seems more precipitous, than it may inwardly have been in fact, for ages.
Not sure if I’m making sense, I won’t keep on because I want you to get this straight away. I am so sorry you had such a very difficult moment. I’m thinking of you. Lots of love, Carolyn.