I'm helping my Pop care for my mom who has dementia. About a month ago a word would come out of my mouth when I intended to say something else. I am catching myself and correcting it but, sometimes, It takes me a few tries to find the right word. I'm worried I'm getting dementia. I'm in menopause; could it be that?
But I can still tell you my kids’ current measurements, brand of jeans that fit each one best, shoe sizes, favourite colours for decor and for clothing (different aesthetic), upcoming events, summer job schedules, et cetera, so I think it’s all cool.
Anyone else ready to drink every time they hear their teen daughter use the word “aesthetic”?
Having talked with peers, it seems we’re overwhelmed with stress, broken sleep, hormones, aches, and general chaos. I can’t keep as many balls in the air as I used to.
I certainly worry - a lot - that my brain will break and I’ll become like my mother. But I’m not putting my meds in envelopes to mail to myself, nor my keys under the bathroom sink, nor socks in with legal documents nor pj pants in the fridge, so I think I’m good.
But I am sorting my excess stuff to make life easier... just in case.