The 1950’s stage play (and later film version) of “Come Back
Little Sheba” was a story of a housewife in crisis heartbreakingly portrayed by
the late great actress, Shirley Booth.
Her character stands just outside her kitchen door (and her
life) late at night where she can be heard calling for her lost dog.
During the course of the drama it becomes evident that she’s
longing for the return of more than just (wo)man’s best friend.
This morning it struck me that the same could be said of
Miss Cathy.
While she rarely stands
anywhere for long these days she does seem to be lost in thought a lot and more
often than not looking out the window as much as she’s looking a the television.
Her introspection led me to wonder…do her anxieties and nervousness
go deeper than the dementia? Does the fact that the ‘present’ confuses her open
her up to see the ‘past’ more clearly? And if it does, what does she see there?
Is she looking for something other than what that she’s lost
since her diagnosis…her independence, freedom, sense of self?
She’s just started therapy recently and I am hoping it will
help.
After her first consultation I went in to talk with the therapist
for a moment, she warned me that sometimes (depending on the trauma or issues
uncovered) an elderly mind can be determined to be too fragile to confront
whatever has happened (this is especially true of some dementia patients) and
if that’s the case then it might be best to let the past stay unexamined.
I know some of Miss Cathy’s past troubles and hardships but
it’s not for me to say, nor for me to judge how she’s walked thought her life,
her choices and what she chooses to talk about.
Everyone’s life contains pain and it’s up to the individual
to bare witness (or not) to his or her own emotional holocaust.
With that in mind I’ve encouraged mom to continue therapy (she
was questioning whether or not to go back after only one visit) and to give
time time.
My hope is that in time she may feel safe enough (and
comfortable enough) to finally talk about what’s been unspoken for so long.
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