LOSING IT
And I’m losing it.
“They’re stealing clothes from my room,” my mother laments. “And they throw out my magazine when I’m not looking.”
I wanted to believe her, but I know this is just another way Alzheimer’s robs my mother of rational thinking. “Let me take a look,” I say, and give her a hug. Over the years, I’ve become a stand-in for Saint Anthony in finding mom’s lost objects. The religious magazine she’s talking about is stashed at the back of her nightstand. Again.
At a workshop I attended last week, dementia guru Teepa Snow told us this: “If the same thing is missing three times in a row, it’s usually because it’s causing fear.”
Suddenly, I realized mom was hiding that magazine because the words had become terrifying.
I made copies of the articles she likes, and now, while she holds her magazine, I read it aloud. She may not comprehend the words, but reading still brings her comfort. And together, it’s not so scary.
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