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Changing Adult Diapers and Other Lessons

Changing Adult Diapers and Other Lessons

by ALEX ANDREOU

If you had told me five years ago that I would have to change my mother’s diaper, I would have hyperventilated at the mere thought.

The reality of doing it, when it became necessary, was actually surprisingly straightforward. The same applies to most aspects of caring for a loved one. The things that seemed impossible in theory are made possible by love. It is as if a limitless battery of affection has been charged by 40 years of her looking out for me; and now that the reverse is needed, a splendidly efficient autopilot system has engaged.

I share the responsibility of looking after her with my sisters. To say I am her part-time carer would not be accurate. I am, rather, her full-time carer some of the time. Every couple of months, when I fly back to her to do my “shift,” the terror of the possibility she might not recognise me looms large.

I have to actively stop my mind from running forward. First, because Alzheimer’s is not a smooth downward curve, but a jagged downward line – she has good days and bad days, just like everyone else. If she is confused today, she might be much less so tomorrow. Second, because I know now that the imagined reaction to a horrible hypothetical is always more dramatic than the actual reaction to the real.

Offering unconditional love is a pleasure I had quite forgotten in the cynicism of my 40s.

I realise another thing, too. As someone who hasn’t raised children I find the process exciting and rewarding – is that OK to say? Practicality takes over. Routine becomes the balm of anxiety. There is an enormous amount of washing and cleaning and ironing and planning and shopping and cooking, and a little crying and mostly anticipating need or danger. I have never had someone depend on me so completely.

Offering unconditional love is a pleasure I had quite forgotten in the cynicism of my 40s. Of course, I would give anything to have her dementia disappear. But it can’t and so I make the most of the situation as it is. It has taught me more about myself and the world than any single situation before. It is a juggling act that we make up together as we go along. I am raising my mother in reverse, and that is as challenging, fulfilling and impossible to prepare for as it sounds.

We pan together for gold on a daily basis, and while we empty pail after pail of frustrating sand, the occasional nugget is more than enough to sustain us. She can still experience sudden, merciless moments of absolute clarity. Sometimes they manifest as angry shards of the woman trapped somewhere inside, piercing through the fog of pharmaceutical oblivion, threatening or pleading. On other occasions it is like my beautiful mother of 10 years ago has come to visit for a morning, have a cuppa, see how I’m doing and thank me for looking after her.


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