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.