Do people who suffer from dementia KNOW they’re suffering from dementia? Are they able to reason out that they might be unreasonable?
Here’s why I ask: I just had a moment that was so out there that it makes me question my own sanity.
I’m laying in bed, reading blog posts and scanning through Facebook and came across a picture that an old high school friend posted of her son. It’s her son’s 21st birthday. He’s a very handsome young man. He had a smile on his face and a beer in his hand and I thought Oh wow, I wouldn’t have thought her kid was that old. She doesn’t look old enough to have a son who is already 21 years old. I must be getting to that age, you know? That mystical age where people I was young with have adult children.
Fa la la la…
I flipped over to twitter and the birthday picture was out of mind.
Then: HEY! Wait a minute. MY son is going to be 27 years old. TWENTY SEVEN! Did I just FORGET that I had a kid that passed the 21 year mark years ago? Not to mention, I have two stepdaughters who are even older than THAT. We have four grandchildren for fuck’s sake.
I can let it slide when I can’t remember that one actor’s name who was in the one movie where all the shit blows up, even though I’m really fucking good at that game.
I am not going to stress out over the fact that I occasionally forget how to spell extremely simple words.
I’m not even going to get upset when I forget all the words to a song that I’ve loved for decades.
But forgetting about THREE of our FOUR children? What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Maybe it was a brief moment of time travel. Maybe when I read that post, our kids were really all under 21. So…you know, 11 years ago.
I should check the mirror just in case. If my eyebrows have less gray in them, then I think we’ve got definitive proof that time travel isn’t only possible…it’s actually happened.
Randy assures me that I’m not losing my mind, it’s just very occupied.
That’s probably true. Occupied and very tired.