In graduate school, one of my classes was in Adult Psychopathology. Part of the class was on major psychiatric disorders, but it also included information on dementia. While I had read the descriptions, never would I have imagined having both my parents go down the path of dementia. My Dad had a stroke in 1999 and began having the mini-strokes (TIA's) almost immediately- each seeming to steal more and more away from his otherwise great functioning level. My Mom became his navigator and he relied on her for years.
I knew we were heading for trouble when Mom would repeat stories to me when we talked-I think she was around 60 at the time. The year she couldn't remember how to set the table at Thanksgiving, I knew the dementia state had landed and it could only get worse.
While they were unwilling to consider moving, it needed to happen. We waited for a crisis...
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