My grandmother lived a life of being socially graceful, and in her dementia she mostly treated all the unknown and confusing new things and people (who were not really new) mostly with kindness and grace. I have thought on this occasionally and tried to seed into every recess of my mind the idea of approaching the confusing and unknown with curiosity and peaceful kindness, as well as trust whenever possible. My hope is that this would pay off in the event I, too, end up with dementia, or any other conddition for which this could be helpful to the people trying to help me.
That too is my biggest fear: if I lost my grip on reality, I wouldn’t even know it and I’d end up making my loved ones miserable without realizing it.
My grandmother lived a life of being socially graceful, and in her dementia she mostly treated all the unknown and confusing new things and people (who were not really new) mostly with kindness and grace. I have thought on this occasionally and tried to seed into every recess of my mind the idea of approaching the confusing and unknown with curiosity and peaceful kindness, as well as trust whenever possible. My hope is that this would pay off in the event I, too, end up with dementia, or any other conddition for which this could be helpful to the people trying to help me.