This is a short little factoid for caregivers or those who might think they will be caring for someone with dementia. This is about "zoning out", where we look so lost in thought as to be nearly in a waking coma. I do this often myself and while it is never my choice to do so, I must confess to find zoning out quite comforting and relaxing, like a mini day at the beach. Without the sunburn. I actually find I enjoy these little periods of cognitive displacement...while you are there, nothing can hurt you, nothing can be asked of you thus negating the chance of failure. And when I come back, I feel strangely rested and refreshed.
Is it scary for the caregiver? Sure...was it scary for me the first time? Well, only for the first minute or so. Then years of hallucinogenic drug experience kicks in and I just sort of ride the sensation to its completion. So while I am missing time in your reality, I am not doing too bad in my own.
So next time you see your charge out there in the ozone layer someplace, assume they are someplace nice. Possibly even nicer than where you are.
Until next time kids...