Day 103; Footnotes of Another View on Confusion

 The blog that I wrote this morning, , “Okay, I’m Confused” was meant to be a lighthearted take on confusion. With me being retired and all the days seem to run together. But, it isn’t all fun and silliness. 

Person A, had been living in an unknown location for a while. Not that they were hiding, it was simply were they happened to live. Person A’s family had been searching and when they finally found them they were over joyed.  Person A, had some age on them, so the time after being reunited was short. Person A, also lived in an assisted living facility miles from family.
 A member of Person A’s family went to visit one day and Person A, had no idea who they were. Person A’s family member left later, nearly in tears. However, the next time they visited, Person A knew them. This went on for a while until Person A passed away. One visit they knew, the next they did not.

Person B, was prone to wander. They would suddenly decide they wanted to go somewhere and simply start walking. A neighbor, friend, family member would come along and see them walking along the road miles from home and give them a ride back. Person B ended up in a facility that would prevent the wandering and keep them safe. Person B wasn’t  happy and felt imprisoned attempting to escape every chance they got. This went on until they died.

Person C, had a stroke. They began seeing old time actors, long dead, coming to visit them. Person C’s family were forced on Doctor’s orders to place Person C, in a facility because it was too much for them to handle on their own. They went daily to see Person C and would walk down the corridors with them. All along the way Person C would discuss what they were seeing as if they were headed on a trip to another city or state, or most often, going home.

Person D, had an emotional trauma which created stress and issues with their mental health. Their mood would change within a nanosecond. One minute calm, the next angry and not even sure why.

Person E, finds themself remembering the past more and more. They forget having told a story already, repeatedly, so they tell it again, near word for word. They understand the present, they are in the present most of the time, but then, suddenly they aren’t. And they aren’t sure why. And maybe this one, doesn’t fully fit, because theirs isn’t as much confusion, as seeking a normal they remember.

All of those are or were, real people. All facing the demons of confusion. All wondering, their mind working as if in a fog, understanding a fleeting, rare thing. Clarity of the moment, a wisp in the wind to chase and grab for, only to have it blown away, out of reach.Many things bring this on, it has many official names and treatments. But the greatest, is love.

Love those you know who are suffering. Don’t try to play mental, do you remember games. Don’t try to force them to know whom ever it is that is with them. Love them, just love them. Let their mind wander, discuss what they remember, discuss what they are seeing even if it isn’t there. Just love them. Keep them safe, keep them cared for, and love them.

Confusion, walking through a fog filled forest unsure of where the next step will take you.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day 103; Footnotes of Another View on Confusion

  1. Judith says:

    In all honesty, I used to wonder how people could get confused about the days of the week. Even after I retred, I always knew what day it was. Now, though, with my husband home on a medical disability leave, it’s been a little harder to keep track of the days. I have to make a conscious point to say “All right, today is Tuesday,” or whatever day it is. Confusion is real, and it can creep up on us. My in-laws (both in their mid-80’s) have labels on all the doors and drawers of their kitchen cabinets. Good idea. My husband and I also make it a point to say aloud, “The stove is off now,” when we’re finished cooking. Too many times we’ve accidentally left it on. (It’s a glass cooktop so no visible flames.)

  2. I’ve caught myself, almost every morning now, as soon as I realize I am awake thinking, okay, today is ____. My thoughts, are that unless I had something scheduled, it really didn’t matter so I didn’t worry about the day and would manage to lose days. Now I make a more conscious effort. Speaking out loud is a good idea, I won’t say how many times I stop and check to see if I turned something, especially the stove, off. I also like the ideas of the labels.

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