Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts

Friday 26 January 2024

Letting go of the 'By Line'

The 'By Line' in a newspaper or magazine is the first line under the title where the writer is credited. In life the 'by line' is the internal notation of a gift, an act of kindness, an achievement, anything in life where it is recalled that you or someone else did something. 

A couple of days ago I realised that dementia was asking me to let go one of my own 'by lines'. You may recall from my last post that I had recently hung 2 bird feeders in my friends tree and that a few days later he'd forgotten it was me who did it. It was during bird hour when he mentioned that he loved the plates hanging from the tree and perhaps we should buy the lady who hung them flowers and chocolates to say thank you. I mentioned again it was me but he could see no correlation between the image in his head and me sitting in front of him. It was at that moment that I realised that I had to let go of my 'by line' and let him give credit to the strange woman who entered the yard, hung them and then disappeared. As long as the woman is not perceived as a threat or scary it's ok for him to believe that it was someone else who did it. 

People with Dementia live in a kind of parallel universe where things can be very different to our reality. By challenging their version of events it can be very scary to them, we would feel much the same if our interpretation of reality was challenged and we were being told we had imagined something knowing that it was real. Their reality is as real to them as ours is to us. 

In Patti Davis' book 'Floating in the Deepend' she quotes a from  'A Course in Miracles' : "Do you want to be right or have peace" 

You can be right and deal with the upset it causes when you challenge their reality or you can let go of the need to correct and have peace. After all the peace and happiness of my friend is far more important than my need to have the credit for doing something.

The first time I'd encountered this was 18 months ago after I took control of his diet. It was pre diagnosis and I was watching him go into decline consuming highly processed foods full of additives. At that point we weren't far into the journey and I believed I could reverse whatever it was with diet. I started doing his shopping and ordered healthy meals from a subscription service. We got him a new fridge and a microwave. I'd also spent a little time explaining the change in diet and how processed meats in particular salami were unhealthy for his brain. A couple of days later he was a bit angry and started talking about the woman who'd been coming in to prepare his meals, she'd been doing it for years, she presses buttons and makes the food. He was angry because she'd told him that he couldn't have salami anymore. I tried to tell him it was me getting the food and that salami was a "sometimes" food not never again. A couple of days in I had to let it go and change the subject. And then it passed. The change in diet did help, it reversed and slowed some of the progress of what we now know is alzheimers. 

So the new normal for me now is to listen to his stories and not dispute them, in the books I've been the reading they say to go with the flow and even get a little creative. As long as they are happy and feel safe it's all fine. And if I listen closely enough and ask questions there may be a good book in the making.

I have no doubt that there will be many more "by lines" that I will need to let go of. But I feel like this whole experience is giving me the gift of presence and also teaching me that credit is not always required, an act of kindness does not require notoriety no matter how small the audience. And that my sense of self does not depend on recognition or gratification. Not that it ever outwardly did, I've always been a bit more 'secret squirrel' But we do all at some level have a desire for recognition. I've spoken before how dementia peels back the layers of the person afflicted with it and I'm beginning to feel that it does the same for the carer. It teaches us what is important and discards the things that may have made us felt good but were never the true path to happiness.