As I have shared with you all, my mother has been diagnosed with dementia. It is a disease that robs a person of their memory; of everything that was once familiar, of everything they once held dear. I have watched my mother become anxious and frightened as she struggles to understand what is happening to her mind.
Much like my children who are misunderstood because of their diagnosis, so too is my mother, who is often treated differently because of her "condition".
"Why are people yelling at me," my mother will ask, "I'm not deaf"
And again the other day as we were at a doctor's appointment where she was patronizingly run through the routine of measuring temperature, blood pressure and weight.
"Why are they treating me like I'm a child?" she asked me.
I laughed out loud as I realized she was absolutely right.....she was being treated differently because of her diagnosis. The care my mother receives in hospitals and doctors offices is in sharp contrast to the level of care that my children receive in these same places. I wonder why this is? Why are the needs of our elders somehow less important than the needs of our children? Why do we consider them less worthy somehow? Why don't they receive the same level of compassion and understanding of the diseases that effect them?
I found this heartfelt video which really helps to shed some much needed positive light on this disease that effects so many of our aging population.
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