Maintaining the Rage

Things they don’t tell you about dementia, number 542: Rage.

Not Mum’s rage. That does come and go – but it always did. It’s hard to tell where Mum ends and dementia begins. I’ve been a target of Mum’s rage as long as I can remember. That’s not new. But it used to go on for months. Now she forgets within minutes. There are upsides.

No, the rage that’s a problem is mine. I want to kick, punch, and scream until my throat is raw. I want to throw things at the world. I want to tear something down. Blow something up. Beat myself senseless.

Do not, at this point, tell me that everything happens for a reason. There is no reason for this. Dementia has no logic, no reason, no plan. Dementia is a senseless, random trauma that crushes the breath out of me even as it eats away the life of my mother.

I want to scream into the face of the world that it’s not fair, but the world couldn’t care less. I go home, go to work, care for my children. I do the shopping, take my daughter to swimming and answer my email, when all I want to do is fling myself at the floor and kick and scream “THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” But life has no time for tantrums.

Break all the records, burn the cassettes

I’d be lying if I told you that I had no regrets

there were so many mistakes, and what a difference it makes

but still it shouldn’t surprise you at all

You know

I said it shouldn’t surprise you at all, You know

Don’t look now but you have changed

Your best friends wouldn’t tell you

Now it’s apparent, now it’s a fact

So marshall your forces for another attack

It was always within you, it will always continue

And it shouldn’t surprise you at all

You know

Billy Joel, Surprises

I am so angry. I hate this. I want it to stop. I want it to end. I want relief. I want to know what’s coming and how we will handle it. I want to pretend it’s not happening. I want someone to bloody well fix it, and now. I want to be held and told it’s ok. I want to push the world away. I want to make it stop. I want to run away. I want to stay home and hide. I want to drown my sorrows in chocolate and icecream. I never want to eat again.

I can’t do this anymore, and I can’t stop. It hurts. Don’t tell me how to help her – she won’t let me. Don’t tell me to remember the good times, there weren’t many. Don’t tell me you’re sorry. Just stand well back while I implode. She would hate this, but she left years ago. There’s no connection. No parent. There’s nothing left but rage and fear. But I can’t walk away. I shouted at her today. God knows she provoked me, but she crumpled like a child.

I need to be angry. It masks the fear, the guilt, and the sadness. All I can do is maintain the rage.

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2 thoughts on “Maintaining the Rage

  1. Amber R

    Linda I understand the very strong emotions you describe in your latest blog and suggest that maybe seeking out counselling may help at this time.
    It isn’t showing weakness but an awareness that coping and dealing with a parent with dementia is mentally tedious and emotionally draining in the extreme.
    Raging as you describe it is not good for for health or more importantly your own mental well being.
    I know what you are going through and implore you to get the help you need .

    Maintaining the rage will ultimately not help anyone.
    Amber.

    1. lindamciver

      Thanks Amber, I appreciate the intent, but I think perhaps I did not explain myself clearly. I do have a brilliant counsellor, and I seek help, both from him and from my loved ones as needed. The blog is one way of coping. But counselling doesn’t change my feelings. Nor should it. It just helps me manage them. I think it’s important to express my feelings honestly, so that others know they’re not alone. Dementia raises strong feelings, and we need to acknowledge them as part of the process, not pretend that we’re not allowed to feel this way. We each have our different experiences with dementia, and different family backgrounds against which we experience it. And it’s important to me to be honest and open about the road I’m traveling.

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