Stress is just a state of being, whether identified or whether it so subtly sneaks into every portion of your being and realigns your muscles, thoughts and sleep patterns into a new norm without even your slightest acknowledgement. It grows into the trivial annoyances, the frustrated tear, periods of self doubt, self medication, occasional to more frequent down days. Eventually it becomes anger, avoidance, bargaining, escapism, depression, hopelessness and guilt.
About mid stage through Dorey’s alzheimers descent I found Dementia caregivers support group and Carers UK. Real people on the same road, sharing their devotion, joys, pain, grief and dedication to fellow travellers. Answering questions, offering tips and available every hour of every day, no holidays, time off or closure for public holidays because that’s what caring is all about. Isn’t it? What has started with the helping hand and ended up with every hour devoted to a failing loved one has taken over a sense of self.
I’m eternally grateful to the specialists, scientists, universities and mice who are giving their time to finding an ease or a cure to the many forms of dementia; I’m grateful to the service providers, the stream of associated professionals who have dedicated their career to the care of our loved ones but more than anything I’m in awe of the ones who are there every day, who wipe up the messes, clear the confusion and hug when it hurts, not just for their loved ones but for each other.