Well after 8 years of PSP I've begun to notice my growing isolation. This is a hard one. The holidays were horrible. We really couldn't attend any parties and people were with their families; we have none. We were alone and it was bad. I was altogether too understanding and accommodating. I also felt that i was a wounded animal and nobody wanted to be around me.
This was a glorious self-pity feast for me and I am post-holidays trying to pull out of it and make contact with the healthy world again, although I must admit to a load of resentment that I am dragging around on my back. AND GUILT about feeling resentful and weak. So I am confessing to all you my self involvement, tears, and runaway fantasies. I am so tired of this.
Bob at this point talks in nonsense word salad and doesn't understand anything I say. And reverses things..up is down, no is yes, in is out, close is open, don't is do and so on, which adds to the general Alice in Wonderland confusion and chaos at our home. Shoes in the freezer, branches of trees in my bed, pee on the floor, ice cream melting on the sidewalk..and walking walking walking walking. Poor Bob, what a nightmare.
Well I'm glad the holidays are past. Time to perk up and continue to continue,