When I started to view my parents through the filter of “head injury,” my visits with my parents changed, in a positive way. I have to be patient.
Today, their united front reporting that nothing is wrong is unraveling. The number of late bill payments, denial of products purchased with their credit card and lost calendars and checkbooks are increasing.
Meanwhile, my siblings and I collaborate and support each other as we all deal with my parents in different ways and on different timetables.
On one recent post, Kate Swaffer who is dealing with her own dementia sent me a note encouraging me to “Love More and Expect Less.” I’m still refining my own coping mechanisms and this was timely and sage advice. Appeased.