Posts from the Var Side – Thursday 9th July

Yesterday Dad was finally diagnosed with dementia. And I say ‘finally’ with a slight eye-roll and with some relief; both my and our legitimate – factual – reactions to what’s been a painful, protracted and possibly unnecessary delay. Dad’s condition has deteriorated steadily over the last few years, and dramatically so the last six months. We understand that the now prescribable medicines (and the accessible support, assessments and care packages) will slow that down some.
On being told, yesterday – slowly and carefully explained to – Dad’s response was the laugh with which he meets / deflects all news; all observations, ranging from gravy to birthdays to wandering off. Mum’s was, and is, denial. Dad has not got dementia. She will battle for no change, when everything and everyone is exactly that: when everyone is learning to accept that familiarity, in all its senses, will count for increasingly little.

Blog Sanary me and Dad


About Stevie Mitchell

I come from a long line of cartoons and beer. I was once peed on by a tiger. Hoping the resultant super-powers are yet to come, cos if these are they, then, grrrr....
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