I am going out for a little while. I am going to the place where I take care of dementia patients.
They worry if they do not see me for a few days. It disorients them more. They think I live there. When they don’t see me for a few days, they think maybe I moved out and left them. I don’t want them to worry about that.
They have enough to worry about. They worry about their brain not doing what they tell it to do. They worry that they have become unloveable because they are so different from everyone else.
I think I understand them better than a lot of others and they seem to know that. They sense it. I understand depression and anxiety. I understand disorientation. I understand what it is like to feel like my brain does not always work the way other people’s brains work.
I have a genuine sympathy, empathy if you will, for the dementia patients.
They know that I love them and try very hard to understand what they try to say and how they feel.
They miss me when I am not there. I miss them too.
So I am going to get my hugs now. I will feel so much better when I get back. Their hugs are so genuine. Their appreciation is so real.