Friday, October 22, 2010

THE NAME IS DEMENTIA


Dementia smells anxiety like a cat smells a dog.

She can survive a loud noise, a door bell. Noisy visitors in the kitchen bring her forward in her living room chair. With a frown on her face she asks “What the hell?” (More about language later.) This is a sudden, acute anxious reaction.

But chronic anxiety that never becomes obvious enough to transition into a feeling is too much continual stimulation. Without knowing why, Dementia becomes angry.

When Dementia begins to vibrate, everyone suffers.

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