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1. It feels like you guys are one. (Even though that sounds so cliche) The whole world doesn’t matter, your stress, anxiety, depression, and everything negative you go through is gone. It’s just you and the person you love. Your senses are so alert. It can be wild but it can also be subtle. It depends what type of couple you guys are in the sack. There’s no place you would rather be. It will feel like forever.
My wife didn’t come home last night. She went out with a couple of girlfriends, which is pretty normal for her. She’s normally back around 2AM on these nights, so I waited up. Around 2:30, I called to check in. She answered, and I could hear people in the background. She told me they went to a party but were leaving in a couple of minutes. She wasn’t home by 3 so I texted. It delivered, but no reply. Around 4AM I called again, it rang a couple of times before she sent me to voicemail.
How did you two meet? Do you have any interesting hobbies or things you do together?
We met in college and we were friends for a while before we started dating. Nothing too interesting, usually we just watch movies or play video games together.
I’ve been training since I was 16, mid 30s now. Been in a fair few fights when I was younger.
When I was 24 I got into an avoidable fight with a drunken acquaintance outside a pub – he was threatening one of my close friends, I told him to back off and he turned on me and I essentially agreed to fight him.
I’m 60. My biggest problem is having to work 50 or 60 (or more) hours a week just to keep up with the bills. Plus I have a bedridden wife with cancer and we’re raising our oldest grandson. As Sargeant Murtaugh once said, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
1. Best way I can describe it is just a general feeling of security. Just knowing that they’re behind you 100%, and even when they’re mad at you it’s almost always because they’re trying to help you in the long run.
It’s not something you really appreciate until you get older and start to notice kids around you that have to deal with some pretty fucked up shit from their parents. It’s kind of slowly realizing how many bad things you’ve just never had to worry about thanks to your support system.
1. Easy, tbh. Not easy like you never fight, or you never have to accommodate, or be flexible. It’s just…not a constant struggle where you’re trying to convince yourself that everything’s ok. That shit is exhausting.
1. My wife and I went over a year without. It was rough. Neither one of us were communicating what we needed, and ended up resenting the other. The key factor here was communication. Once we opened up and acknowledged what the other needed, things have been much better all around. It’s not easy to fix, but like most problems, talking to the other person is the only way.
This is an excellent question, and one I’ve considered often in the last decade-plus of working with such folks.
First, it depends upon the stage of dementia: mild, moderate, or severe.
In mild dementia, it seems to be like being a functional alcoholic’s day, as far as cognition goes. You’re able to do what you need to do, but some little things get missed, such as your T-shirt is on backward, but you don’t notice, or you can’t find the sugar bowl, so you start taking apart cupboards and end up going without coffee and the kitchen is a mess. Later, you swear you did not do that. You have no memory of doing it, and the more another person argues that you did indeed make that mess, the angrier you get. You did not. He or she is lying.
1. I grew up in foster care from the age of 2-17. At 6 I became a permanent ward of the state. I honestly don’t remember how many foster homes I was in over the years, but more than 15.
The foster care system isn’t made to create well adjusted happy children. As soon as you are happy and/or comfortable in a place, they rip you out and put you in a new home.
