The Dementia Journey · A free resource from Caring Companions
For the hour after. Print this, fold it, and keep it where the bad nights can find it: a wallet, a nightstand, the kitchen drawer. Read it slowly. More than once is allowed.
This is painful, even when it comes from brain changes. Both things are true.
I do not have to argue my innocence repeatedly. One calm answer is enough.
I can protect safety without winning the argument.
I am allowed to step away. Stepping away is a skill, not a surrender.
The recognition is time-shifted, not gone. The love is still filed under my face, a few decades back.
Being hurt by a symptom is not weakness. It is proof that my heart was involved.
A hard moment does not erase years of love. Mine or theirs.
I may need help. Needing help is part of caregiving, not the failure of it.