My mom is dying from Alzheimer’s. She’s my rock and we always had a special relationship. She may not make it through the summer. Mom had another fall and was hospitalized. Alzheimer’s is a terrible disease and I am beginning the mourning process. Is it bad that all this sadness has me looking back on my life at the missed opportunities and everything I did not complete or do.
I’m growing older and I am realizing how finite time is. I’m filled with remorse for the way I treated my body. I’m not honoring my mom. I am sick mentally and physically. I have to see a vascular specialist because I’m losing feeling in my feet up to my ankles. Maybe the best thing to happen to me would be a stroke that kills me. At least I would not feel any pain. Few would miss me anyway. I did nothing noteworthy; accomplished nothing. I ran away from every opportunity in fear.
My life has passed me by and I have nothing to show for it. I’m just old. I’ve lost friends and lost touch with people. I have little of value and I’m learning that having some material things can be helpful – short of hoarding of course. I miss my stuffed seal which I named Sealy. I loved that stuffed animal. When I was a boy and had no friends I played monopoly with Sealy. I’d roll the dice for him and play the game. Stuffed animals are wonderful.
My mom is a salt of the earth person. I am hurting so much. I always assumed I’d have her into her 90s. She’s turning 81 in August. She might not make that. I’ve never been impacted quite like this. Typically I deal with death by celebrating a life versus mourning. But I am mourning because this is hitting me hard. Hell, I thought my mom would outlive me and part of me had hoped that would be the case.
I feel like a child in an adult’s body. I don’t understand how to grapple with this. I know that being autistic and developmentally delayed might explain the difficulty. Maybe it is better if my mom passes quickly versus suffering from this god awful disease. We had great hopes that an infusion treatment would help mom. The infusions did absolutely nothing other than give us false hope.
I am scared that I am headed towards addiction and substance abuse. It’s just going to take time. I have a good therapist at that’s going to help with distress tolerance. I am just listening to some music to help get the emotions out. I now know why my cousin committed suicide. He and I are so similar in that we are both on the autistic spectrum. He had much of the same difficulty that I have. I feel his pain deeply. I sometimes hate the empathy that I have.
I wonder if my cousin simply overdosed and I am hoping that is what he did because that is the least painful way to go. But his generation would probably have hung himself. That’s more common in the late baby boomers. I am not ready for mom to go. I am losing my precious mommy. I have no relationship with my father. I feel so alone, helpless, and adrift. I don’t see how I can keep on living.
