Tag: memory

  • Running on empty while loving someone who’s forgetting

    Life feels like a long-distance run right now—school runs, work, dinners, collapse, repeat. I know I need to visit my dad, but dementia makes every visit tender and painful. He hardly knows me, and sometimes my presence unsettles him.

    Running on empty while loving someone who’s forgetting
  • In denial about dementia

    We are all, in some way, in denial about dementia. The person living with it, their family, even society. We brush off early signs, explain them away, or avoid thinking about them altogether. Yet dementia remains, confronting us with fears we’d rather not face.

    In denial about dementia
  • The mind, memory and language with dementia

    I explore how dementia affects memory and communication, particularly focusing on my father. I highlight the phenomenon of “time-shifting,” where people recall distant memories more easily than recent ones. Reading remains intact longer than verbal expression, while music evokes deep connections, revealing the complex relationship between memory, language, and emotional ties.

    The mind, memory and language with dementia
  • Thinking about loss and dementia

    I visit my father at the care home, grappling with the complicated emotions of being unable to care for him full-time due to his dementia. I think about the questions that have been raised by his nurse about the end of his life and hold onto moments of connection with him.

    Thinking about loss and dementia
  • Risk factors for dementia

    Recent studies reveal new risk factors for dementia, including untreated vision loss and high cholesterol. While these factors are preventable, I reflect on the personal grief of watching a loved one with dementia. The anguish of late diagnosis underscores the importance of early intervention.

    Risk factors for dementia
  • Falling: thoughts on my father’s birthday

    I wrote this on my father’s birthday in May 2024. I went to visit him in the hospital after he had a fall and was struck by memories of giving birth in the same building. I reflect on how amazing the nurses and the NHS are.

    Falling: thoughts on my father’s birthday