I'm sitting here thinking about when I first realized that Dotty was suffering from dementia. No other word to describe it -- Burden. An enormous psychological and emotional burden. I decided to drop out of the world and take care of Dotty.
A few people immediately understood. They understood my relationship with my parents, so they weren't surprised.
Most people were surprised. I was surprised that they were surprised. I thought, if not me, who is going to do it?
In the beginning people asked, how long do you think you will be doing this? I answered a year or two.
Yes, I was brainwashed. I was a victim of the stigma attached to Alzheimer's.
I figured before long Dotty won't know me. That I would have to get professional help, or put her some place.