Call this, a First Person Narrative if you will…
I am now, cohabiting with dementia, it’d, found me, and, in the beginning before I had, deteriorated to where I currently am right now??? I’d, fought against it, hard as I possibly could, took all those med (Aricept, etc., etc., etc.), gone to those elderly courses, focused on keeping our deteriorating minds engaged, you know those activities they’d made us do, like coloring, playing bingo (maybe NOT that difficult though…), etc., etc., etc., my family worked so hard, to keep me engaged, to prevent further deteriorations, but, it’d still, found me
And now, I’m, cohabiting with, dementia, and, I have this special aide to help me live my day to day, at the very start, I was, so totally against my children’s hiring the individual, but now, I’m thinking, hey, I just need to open my mouth, and food! So, why not?
Cohabiting with dementia, that’s something I had had to do, for almost ten years now, and, because my children kept me engaged, visiting me often, talking to me, even though I couldn’t quite understand their words now, just having them around makes me feel loved.
Cohabiting with dementia, I have to, it’d become, a part of who I am, whether or not I like it, so, at the start (before the beginning stages, when I was still, quite sharp), I’d fought hard, to resist it, but now, as everything start to fail (my bodily functions), I have, NO other options, but to, accept it, as a vital part of me!
Cohabiting with dementia, that, is something that NOBODY wants, but hey, when dementia finds you, there’s, NO ESCAPE from it, as it’s, slowly, becoming, the COMMON cold of the elderly years, as people are living longer, longer, and longer by the years here………
Life, the Obstacle Course 