Reminded of my mother again

[Poppygail]

I don't know why but I seem to be following my mother's path through dementia much more closely than my father's. That fact was again brought home to me today as I was emptying the dishwasher and placing the dishes where they belonged.

As I trudged through this boring chore I came to realize just how much noise I was making. My mother, as her dementia worsened, came to hate my putting the dishes away. She would swear I was breaking each and every piece. She would ask why I didn't just throw them in the floor and stomp on them. She thought it might be much more efficient and quieter.

I also realized something else, this noise was driving me batty as well. The more dishes I put away, the more agitated I became. Thankfully, I placed the last dish in it's proper place just as my last nerve snapped. I think had I many more dishes to put away I would have thrown them in the floor and stomped on them. I don't know if it would have been more efficient but it definitely would have been more satisfying....

And they claim there's little evidence to support a genetic theory for LBD, bah!

[jeffcobb Ambassador]

Oh Randy anyone who claims that genetics has no role here is full of 60 kinds of mis-informed shit. I would be more shocked if it WEREN'T genetic.

Sound hasn't been a thing to keep me on a hair-trigger but deep dissatisfaction with my own abilities or lack thereof often leads me very close to violence, not against people but I beat the shit out of a TV dinner last night when trying to put away groceries and for the third time an attempt to put something in the freezer resulted in four more things falling out on the floor. My last straw snapped there and this Steamers dinner looked like it had been rolled over by an actual steamer, but I knew if I didn't take it out on that, something more valuable might have gotten damaged. As it was, I was in a good place starting the task and had actually gotten through making a home-made ramen with tritip when I started on this task and was so angry and frankly volatile by the end I threw out the ramen I spent an hour making, destroyed that TV dinner, partially destroyed two more than had the temerity to fall out when I was having a bad time and just "needed things to work".

The fix? Well I went in back, strapped on that gas-mask bong and sat inhaling nothing but Orange Cookies for 5 solid minutes. I was definitely OK then.

[kkminton]

I do not like noisy tasks!!!

Good thing you finished up before breaking the dishes!!!!