I was reading a blog this morning and was startled to find it, coincidentally, answered a question that I had posted only a few days ago regarding the hearing impaired who had Alzheimer’s and Dementia. Mom’s aversion to wearing her hearing aid and her preference to remain deaf for her final years.
The blog of note is written by a woman who was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s several years ago. It always fascinates me to read blogs from the point of view of someone who has dementia rather than the caregiver’s. Those posts are always informative and fill-in so many blank spots about so much of my Mom’s odd behavior in the earlier stage of Alzheimer’s. Usually, the person who has Alzheimer’s presents a new perspective that I had not considered.
Though it’s been more than 4 years since my own Mom passed away, I still catch myself searching for reasons, the “whys” for some of her odd behavior; clues to what she was thinking.
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s wishing that I could have done more. But of course, if that were true then I would also be filled enormous guilt. I’m not totally sure what good it does to know, now, what she was thinking then.
It makes me feel better for some silly reason that I can’t even define. Then, sometimes I wonder if it’s going back to the issue of inheritance. Is Alzheimer’ and Dementia inherited? And, if it is and if I get it too, will someone go to the trouble to try and understand how I’m feeling. –Now I’m going much deeper than I ever intended on this post. That whole train of thought is a post for another day.
I’ve emailed and requested permission to post a link to this lovely woman’s blog posts which I will surely post here for everyone If she accepts. But, suffice it to say, she is not deaf nor hearing impaired but definitely prefers her alone time in solitude and quietness. And when I heard her explanation of raucous conversations abuzz all around, it made sense. I could understand why Mom no longer wore her hearing aid by choice.
It makes sense that if you’re only understanding a word or two out of an entire sentence, a conversation is just babble. And when you’re in a room full of people, all chattering away around you–it must be deafening. I know Mom never ever wore her hearing aid if we were likely to be in a crowd.