Dad's dementia is progressing. Dad is yelling at the slightest thing. Dad's yelling is starting to scare me. Dad's yelling is re-traumatizing me. Dad's yelling is reminding me of mortality. Dad's yelling is reminding me to set boundaries. I freeze. Mom sundowns. I don't do what I need. The reprogramming I started unravels.
Am I in stillness? Am I where I'm supposed to be? Am I still? Am I at Peace? Am I controlling things? Rest? Peace.
- Railroading Into "Sundowning" (caregiving.com)
- My Worst Fear (caregiving.com)
- Progression (caregiving.com)
- Who Speaks for the Speechless? (caregiving.com)
- Starting (caregiving.com)
- Where to Start and How to Keep On (caregiving.com)
- Exhaustion (a.k.a. Compassion Fatigue ) (caregiving.com)
- Limits (Bedtime, Healthcare Workers, Self) (caregiving.com)
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