#family history of dementia

[claraundine]

If male pattern baldness is "bad" enough to get neutered for, not a lot of people will be allowed to reproduce. Everyone has something

reddit is entering like an inverted renaissance of bad posting. this is one of the best/worst posts ive seen in a long time

[jorrated]

idk man i wont hold comics from the 90's to modern standards of representation of mental health, but how Mighty's dad was written always rubbed me the wrong way

[tomorrowusa]

« If any of us had an aging parent like Trump, we would gently remove the car keys. As a nation, we should keep him from the nuclear launch codes. »

— Nicholas Kristof at the New York Times.

Trump's deterioration has been plain to see though his supporters pretend not to notice.

In your guts you know he's nuts.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Even 50cent is outraged:

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[pears-trinkets]

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[treecakes]

literally like half of my classmates are out with covid and i’m terrified of getting it again bc there has been such a noticeable difference in how well i can remember things/general brain fog after i had covid and i really don’t want this to worsen.

[hoforwonho]

@ the son saying take shifts visiting his mom with Alzheimer’s in The Notebook:

Ur a lil bitch. I wish you a very die.

[alllgator-blood]

'FOGGY STREETS AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS'

(part 3/3)

I'm gonna infodump about the backstory of this comic, don't feel obligated to read it because it's not cotl related it's just personal stuff, I just want to be able to write about it somewhere cause I can't really talk to anyone about it.

As always, thanks for reading this far, sorry my stuff has been such a bummer so consistently. This comic goes out to all my "christmas induced depression" homies, I left my house maybe like ~5 times all month and it was NOT pleasant hearing "IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!!" on the radio when I'm so ready for it to be over. Gonna take it reaaaaal easy til the year ends, you guys take it easy too!! Got some asks I have to respond to when I'm more stable but probably no new comic pages til january

Alright uhhh so this part of the comic is pretty much taken directly from the last time I saw my great-grandma alive, a few days before christmas. She didn't remember me, but at the nursing home there was a piano, and I sat down and played some stuff because I didn't know what to say. I was really into lisa the painful rpg at the time, and I played that "I've got the joy" song that the villain sings without realizing it was an old christian campfire song. She didn't really say much or move that whole night, just kind of gave me a polite blank smile, but started singing the words when I played the notes to that song.

I kinda stopped in shock, my dad frantically asked me to keep playing, so I did. While the comic I made is way more sappy than the actual moment was, I wish I'd cherished the moment longer. I didn't know it was the last time I'd see her alive. Every family christmas was held at her house when she was around, so it's been weird the past few years. I actually lost another dementia-addled grandma to cancer on christmas eve in 2009, so the holiday was already kind of weird for me on top of everything else that makes me sad this time of year. That's what part 2 was about, I'll spare the details but I wrote leshy to act out how I felt back then. Why are we all sad? This is supposed to be a happy time, all the decorations are up and we're almost all here, so why is everyone smiling yet everything feels so wrong? I feel like since leshy's canonically the most ignorant one to things lurking below the surface, he'd be the one to try and make everyone feel better but not quite understand why everyone is so miserable. My first memory of having self injurious behavior came from then, hence why I had leshy pull his leaves off in the last comic. It was confusing and frustrating and I was just old enough to comprehend something was wrong, but not old enough to understand the depth of it, it DEFINITELY didn't help that nobody helped me back then so I made leshy's siblings actually come in clutch instead of grabbing him/yelling at him.

That night with the piano was something that's stuck with me the few years she's been gone, but I felt kind of strange when I asked my dad and my sister about it and neither of them remembered it. The room we were in was completely empty so nobody else witnessed it but us three. I myself have a history of head trauma and memory loss (plus, native americans are disproportionately more likely to develop dementia... lucky us) so if I ever forgot about that moment, there'd be nobody left to remember it. Sometimes when I do comics, it's my way of going "this happened at some point, and the only evidence it ever happened was me witnessing it, so if something happens to me I want the memory to stay alive in some form."

Anyway. The autistic urge to overshare, am I right? Idk what my religious ass great-grandma would think of me drawing demonic comics about my last memory of her, she'd probably think it's funny though cause she raised my dad whose interests have always been "death metal and devil worship". I'm not sure if anyone read this far, I just hope my dumb comics can convey the things I can't say with my voice and struggle to say through text. None of this was supposed to be "feel bad for me!! Woe is me!!", it was supposed to me more like...cathartic? Healing? I almost didn't post this comic because it felt kinda weird, but seeing people connect with it made it worth it imo. Thank you

[xtrablak674]

Trust, it isn't what I wanted to do, its what I had to do.

September of 2019 was the last time Aunt Mary saw her sister alive.

At this time to be frank, she was still in denial of her sister's spiraling Alzheimer's, I had sent a book to her that I found useful but I was met with open defiance and hostility. This trip in which she was accompanied by her niece Rosemary, was a chance for her to assess with her own eyes her sister's debilitation. You can bring a horse to water, but you can't make them drink.

This was the beginning of my very reluctant care giving. I had hired two aides, one for the weekdays and one for the weekend. The Thai woman I hired never showed up for her first shift, so Ms. Stewart was left in these first few weeks working seven days a week, exactly what I didn't want. But I was trying to make it work, while I hired someone new.

From the photos everything looks so 'normal' but this time was anything but normal. I had barely rescued my father's mother from being placed in a care facility by her cousin, who was overwhelmed with her caregiving. I assessed that she had enough lucidity, presence of mind and didn't wander, to still be on her own in her home with daily assistance. Outside of the meals she was getting at the senior center she had begun to forget to eat, and was losing weight. We had soon discovered we needed to prepare meals for her, and put her in front of them. These were the early days just a glimmer of what was to come.

This was prior to my installing cameras and motion sensors in the house and I was curious about if my father's mother actually slept through the night when the sun went down. Her sister would answer this question, so I would know what the length of the shifts should be for the aides.

Trying my best to be inclusive in these early days, I was looping the cousin that was overwhelmed, and her sister into her caregiving, this would prove to not be tenable because someone backseat driving from another state nearly a thousand miles away wasn't helpful, or even necessary and the cousin really wanted to wash his hands of the entire matter due to his having to be the caregiver for his first wife, who ultimately died. I was the only one with clarity to give this woman the care she needed, not being motivated by anything else other than being a decent human being.

We were trying to figure out her care as a 'family' and I use that term very loosely, because albeit her caregivers were related, we weren't a family. After I think the third day of the visit, I got a call from Ms. Stewart the aide, telling me that Ms. Mary and Ms. Sadie were arguing a lot and Ms. Sadie's appetite had dipped significantly and she had lost like twenty pounds since her sister had come to stay. She was already extremely underweight the last thing I needed was her losing more weight. So I did what I needed to do.

I called her sister and told her that she couldn't stay with her sister anymore because it was negatively effecting her mental health and well-being, and more importantly she had lost a significant amount of weight since her arrival. I keep using just aunt, but Aunt Mary is my Great Aunt, she is my father's mother's sister, and around this time I believe she was in her early eighties and I am clearly not anywhere near her contemporary. I had to use my standing as grandchild, next of kin, health proxy and power of attorney to stand up for her sister's rights.

This was the most unpleasant situation I ever had to be in in my adult life, telling the sibling of the person I was caring for that they had to leave her house. Well to say this ended my relationship with Aunt Mary is an understatement. Soon after this our communications ended because she felt the need to be berating, critical and nasty in our correspondence, and I refused to be shit on, so I ended them entirely hoping this would give her a cooling off period, that never came. I wasn't going to be taking care of a person who I had an extremely toxic relationship my entire adult life and on the other end of that have her in-denial sister spewing venom at me daily. #NoMaam

I later learned that she also became estranged from the cousin, who was the primary caregiver before I stepped in. It seemed she not only had she alienated me, who her children knew was her favorite nephew, but she also pissed off her cousin who had been so devoted to her ailing sibling, going above, beyond and out of his pocket to take care of his cousin.

In hindsight, I think she was feeling her own mental capacities diminishing and seeing some of her own fears and doubts reflected in her sister, this made her grossly aware of her own mortality and possibly her own early onset dementia, frankly not an easy place to navigate emotionally.

Long before her sister finally died, somewhat peacefully at home, I had decided I wasn't attending the services either in New York or the final internment in South Carolina. My personal animosity towards the person I was forced to care for made me very aware of what I needed emotionally and mentally, and that wasn't condolences for a woman I didn't care for. My biggest lost through out the situation wasn't her, it was my relationship with the woman I would tell to all my friends was my favorite aunt, my Aunt Mary.

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[followtheechoes]

I totally see that! to me it felt like when some random old relative you barely see takes you aside and starts explaining unprompted about the insane stuff that happened in his twenties and thirties when he was at sea, only the insane stuff is treated like something commonplace and the focus is on the fact that he used to live three doors down from a minor politician while the insane stuff happened

me before nona the ninth: well after having narrators like gideon, harrow, judith, and ianthe, we can’t POSSIBLY have any narrators that’re more unreliable

me after reading a chapter of “nona” and then a chapter of john narrating his own rise-to-power backstory:

[robertreich]

Is Trump Lying or Just Losing It?

Trump is now the oldest presidential candidate ever nominated by a major party.

I’m not a young man, but I’m a little younger than Trump �� and hopefully doing better in the noggin!

Trump has confused President Biden with Obama so many times, he had to put a statement claiming it was intentional.

He confused Nikki Haley with Nancy Pelosi.

Before picking him as his running mate, he called JD Vance “JD Mandel.”

During recent legal proceedings, Trump was unable to distinguish E. Jean Caroll — the woman a jury conclude he raped — from his ex-wife Marla Maples.

Trump rambles about windmills killing whales, and whether it’s better to be electrocuted or eaten by a shark. He used his convention speech to praise Hannibal Lecter! What?

If your father or grandfather behaved like Trump, you would be taking away the car keys, not handing him the nuclear codes.

And Trump still insists the 2020 election was “stolen” by a vast conspiracy, even though his own lawyers, his Justice Department, and his attorney general told him it wasn’t true. Is Trump lying? Or does he simply have no grasp of reality?

Trump has a family history of dementia. And the most telling evidence that he may be succumbing to it is his paranoid thirst for revenge, on which he is centering his entire campaign.

Before President Biden ended his campaign, the media were obsessed with questioning his physical and mental fitness — and not without reason. When will they focus on Trump’s age and mental decline with the same fervor?

[crippledpunks]

if you try to police disabled peoples' diets INCLUDING how they spend their money on food: i just want to ask why? what do you gain from this? like seriously, what do you actually gain from displaying holier-than-thou behavior toward another person's spending and dietary habits? who cares if you would spend your money "better"? you're not them. this is a form of abuse. you literally have no idea what the disabled person can safely digest and actually gains nutrients and energy from. you have no clue, even if you share the same disorder, you are not that person, nor are you their gastroenterologist or other specialist.

telling disabled people to "eat healthier," "eat more salads," "eat more fresh fruits," "eat more fresh vegetables," "eat more grains," and so on can not only be outwardly dangerous for people who have digestive issues like inflammatory bowel diseases, gastroparesis, irritable bowel disease, acid reflux, a history of ulcers, gastritis, and a long list of other digestive health issues, it can outright kill someone if they form a blockage. this can also injure, sicken or kill diabetics, people with non-diabetic low or high blood sugar, blood pressure issues, kidney and liver issues, and many other people.

not only that but you're potentially forcing a neurodivergent person to eat foods that nauseate, sicken, or disgust them, and for what? autistic people know what foods are safe for them to eat. adhd people need to find finds they can manage to keep in their homes without spoiling. dissociative people, people with ADHD, head trauma, develeopmental disorders, other people with memory issues, dementia, alzheimers, psychotic people, and other mental and cognitive health issues need foods they can prepare safely, because many mentally ill and neurodivergent people can't safe;y cook without risk of injury or damage to their home.

people who deal with allergies and intolerances are constantly struggling with being told how to eat when they are the ones who know their experience the most. NOBODY gives a fuck about people with allergies and literally nobody takes food intolerances seriously. i can't digest animal products OR byproducts anymore. i lost the ability. but sometimes i question "maybe i can try it again because this food is cheaper." well. i decided i was spending too much on groceries due to inflation and bought cow's milk instead of almond milk and got so sick it was something i had never seen before. i do NOT need to prioritize "saving money" over eating foods i can safely digest. i had an IBS attack early this morning because i ate some cheese- because it is a "cheap, easy source of protein."

some disabled people need to use certain services like pre-prepared foods being delivered to their homes, be it meals on wheels, or hello fresh. guilting these people for using the services because they could "just cook at home" is insulting to say the least. many of these services have tailored meals with consistent ingredients with limitations on contaminants with allergens.

here's the big one that everyone fucking hates but needs to accept immediately: some disabled people are too exhausted, in pain, dissociated, psychotic, unable to focus, unable to follow instructions, or in other ways unable to cook for themselves and need to use food delivery services like doordash and uber eats.

some disabled people can't or don't want to drive due to their disabilities! blind disabled people exist! para- and quadriplegics exist! people with hand tremors exist! working disabled people exist! amputees exist! disabled parents exist! disabled people who care for partners and family exist!

this one is sooooooo taboo and i'm sick of it. first of all, dashers and uber drivers are every day people who need to earn income. these are people's jobs and their lives are in fact on the line because this is a lot of drivers' primary income. enough with guilting people on this one. i'm fucking sick of it. y'all hate independently employed people and it shows. this isn't a luxury just relegated to rich white moms: disabled people need to have prepared, easy to eat foods delivered to our homes too. y'all need to leave people the fuck alone when it comes to takeout.

the second someone poorer and more disabled than you does something you do regularly, suddenly you're sending articles and giving paragraphs and paragraphs of advice on how to spend money better and how the disabled person "just needs to eat rice, beans, ramen, and frozen vegetables" because disabled people are not allowed comfort NOR convenience in your eyes. this is absolutely asinine. stop it. EATING is not relegated to the privileged

disabled people are people and need to eat. why you are prioritizing money over a literal human need is beyond me this is sick behavior. why do you care so much more about the money than the person ?why is money more important than someone's safety to you? why would anyone rather see someone "spend money the right way" over a human being EATING FOOD and especially foods they KNOW won't make them sick. policing how any disabled person spends their money on food is also unnecessary and abusive. it serves nothing to gain and everything to lose. so what if you think a disabled person spends too much money on food? you do too- we all do: food should be fucking free. get over yourself and let disabled people eat. leave your greed at the door, stop feeling entitled over other peoples' finances and spending habits.

telling a disabled person how to "eat healthier" will not make you healthier, and it will not do them any good, either. all it does is serve to stroke your ego because you believed you ""helped"" someone but all you did was give unsolicited advice that will be forever moot because you do not live in that person's body. don't care if you know them personally: you ain't them. so back off, let disabled people eat. food ain't just for the rich. food ain't just for the abled. let people access food in ways that are safe for us or get the fuck out of our way because all you're doing is causing problems and making disabled people's health problems WORSE.

[ignisgalaxia]

With the release of Prodigy season 2, the Trek fandom finally has an answer to what Chakotay's native ancestry is. He's Nicarao, a tribe from the western region of Nicaragua who actually share a common ancestry with the Nahua Aztecs of Mexico. The show even mentions the island of Ometepe specifically, which is the largest island in Lake Nicaragua made up of two volcanoes.

The reason this is so important to me is because my dad and his family are from Nicaragua. I’ve been getting more in touch with those roots over the last year or so, and I’ve found it very frustrating how there seems to be no Nica representation in media, at least not in the mainstream. But when I found out that Chakotay was a fellow Nica, I was literally bouncing off the walls. To think, one of my favorite characters has the same ancestry as me (well, almost, but I’ll get to that later)! When I told my dad, he laughed so hard because he never would’ve imagined.

But I haven’t seen a lot of people talking about this aspect. I get it, it’s a minuscule part of the wild ride that was season 2. But I’d really like us as a fandom to discuss this more. I mean, we literally don’t have to guess what tribe he’s from anymore!

So since nobody else has come forward, I am going to claim myself as the only member of the Voyager-Prodigy fandom with actual Nicaraguan ancestry, and am making this post to give firsthand information about the Nicarao and the nation as a whole.

Firstly, some context. My dad was born in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, and lived there with his family until he was 7. Then they fled the country due to the Contra War that was going on. My grandfather was born and raised in Bluefields, a city on the country's Carribean coast, then went to college in Mexico where he met my grandmother. Neither of them are Nicarao, and are in fact very European (the DNA tests proved it). However, when they were all living in Managua, my grandparents had a handful of maids that worked for them (they had six kids they needed some help), and a couple of them were Nicarao. Specifically, they were natives from a village in the nearby mountains. So while I don't have info on natives from Ometepe, I do have some on the people in general.

The maids lived with my dad's family during the week and would go home to their village on the weekends. They primarily spoke Spanish, but he would occasionally catch them speaking in their native tongue which I assume is Nahua.

My dad recounted a time when the maids invited the family to their village for a day trip. He said they were living in Adobe houses and had lots of livestock (cattle, chickens, goats, etc) as well as horses, which he apparently rode for the first time there. He also said most of the natives had two primary weapons: a machete to cut crops and other vegetation, and a 22 single shot rifle. They used the rifles to shoot iguanas off trees. Iguanas and iguana eggs are a delicacy in Nicaragua that the natives are experts at making.

This is a direct quote from my grandmother when I asked her about what she remembered of them:

The people I knew, they were good and hard working people. Smart, happy, funny… they really are sociable, like to talk and say jokes invented with their mind and history. The women were skillful, knew how to survive. They cooked, cleaned, planted crops and vegetables. Good merchants, they really knew how to sell and buy.

I wish I had more info to share, but unfortunately season 2 could not have been released at a worse time because my grandfather has recently begun developing Alzheimer's or some other form of dementia and has been losing his memory over the last few months. Even when my dad and I were with him in May and I asked him to recount his earlier life, he repeated himself a few times since he evidently had forgotten he'd already told us those parts. If I had known how fast he’d be deteriorating, I would’ve started my work sooner.

If I do end up learning anything more from my relatives, I’ll update the post. For now, I hope this is of some use to people. And if anyone has questions about Nicaraguan culture in general, I’ll be happy to pass them along to my dad.

[keen-on-euphemisms]

The first one I listened after seeing Witcher was The Horror and the Wild, and I thought oh so everything be like this, folky-wild-awesome tunes.

Boy was I wrong.

POV you decide to check out Joey Batey's music and Fair starts playing

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 14

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Patrick was nervous about stepping into your house to meet your grandma again after so many years. You thought it was sweet of him to bring flowers for her. And not just any flowers—he brought blue tulips, one of the rarest colors in the world.

The blue tulip is rare and expensive. Back then, it would have been impossible for him to afford it. Now that he's rich, he wants to show it to Cassandra. He regrets not being able to show it to Ophelia; it’s too late for that now.

He chose this unique color because, as Patrick explained, “Tulips and the color blue were your mother and grandma’s favorites.”

It was the sweetest gesture you had ever known, especially compared to anything your father had done. Jonathan’s level of ignorance was out of this world. It must be the only trait you inherited from him.

Jonathan never made an effort to give anything to your mom. Even with Genevieve, he hadn’t changed at all. That woman didn’t care as long as she became Madam Sinclair.

Cassandra was thrilled to meet Patrick again. Because of her dementia, she only remembered him as a teenager.

Patrick stepped inside, looking around with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. “Hello, Cassandra,” he said gently, holding out the bouquet of blue tulips.

Cassandra’s eyes lit up when she saw the flowers. “Oh, Patrick, these are beautiful! Blue tulips, my favorite.” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with youthful joy.

Patrick smiled warmly. “I remember, Cassie. You always loved unique things.”

Cassandra took the flowers, her hands trembling slightly. “You haven’t changed a bit. Still the same thoughtful boy.”

Patrick chuckled softly. “And you haven’t changed either. Still as lovely as ever.”

You watched the exchange, feeling a lump form in your throat. It was like watching a piece of your mother’s past come to life. Patrick’s eyes were filled with sadness and fondness as he looked at Cassandra, and you could sense the depth of their shared history.

You left Patrick and Cassandra alone to relive the nostalgia.

Bucky commented, “For a moment, she looked younger when she saw Patrick.”

You nodded, glancing at your mother’s photo on the wall. ‘I will get back what’s ours,’ you thought.

Bucky stood right next to you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. You turned to him and said, “Since I met you, good things have happened to me. Thank you.”

Bucky smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “I can say the same,” he replied, gently touching your shoulder.

“You’re useless.” Those two words cut Victoria’s heart deeply, especially coming from her father.

She trembled, kneeling in front of Jonathan, who sat in a leather chair behind a large red mahogany desk. Genevieve stood behind her husband, visibly nervous.

“I made a foolish mistake,” Victoria admitted, knowing that apologizing would be futile.

“You did,” Jonathan replied calmly, though anger simmered beneath his composed exterior. He blamed both Victoria and Genevieve for the current situation.

These two women had jeopardized his ability to work with AstraNova Group. If he had known that his first daughter could secure a connection with the only son of the Barnes family, he would never have kicked you out. Then you would never have met Patrick.

He truly hated that part. The thought of his daughter being with Ophelia's ex-boyfriend was infuriating. He couldn’t stand the idea that the man who once loved his late wife was now close to his daughter. It felt like history repeating itself, a painful reminder of what he had lost and his mistakes.

But it was too late now. You had won. You had two influential business figures by your side. Jonathan knew you hated him and blamed him for Ophelia’s death. He had heard many times that you intended to bring down Celestial Enterprises.

He scoffed at the idea, wondering how someone who was just a teacher at a school for troubled kids could dismantle a billion-dollar company.

But you did. He shouldn’t have underestimated you because, after all, you were his daughter.

Today, the stocks of companies owned by Celestial Enterprises plummeted. All the news media covered the crisis. He had never dealt with such a catastrophe before.

He knew who was behind it. It wasn’t the Barnes.

It was Patrick. The man had finally made his appearance and challenged Jonathan to a battle.

Jonathan gritted his teeth and looked at Genevieve and Victoria. He stood up. “Both of you are jinxed.” He left, slamming the door behind him, leaving the mother and daughter alone.

Both flinched at the sound, never having seen him this angry before.

“Mom…” Victoria whispered, her voice trembling.

Genevieve massaged her head and raised her hand. “Be quiet.” She sighed, "I shouldn’t have brought up the idea of the engagement with the Barnes.” She regretted it. If the engagement had never happened, you would never have appeared.

“She got Bucky because she and her grandma found him. It’s not like she has something good to offer,” Victoria said bitterly.

Genevieve paused. “What are you talking about? Found Bucky?”

“Do you know that Bucky once got kidnapped?” Victoria replied.

Genevieve nodded, then stopped abruptly. She immediately left the room, leaving Victoria confused.

Genevieve got into her car and drove without her usual driver. The car stopped in front of a shady bar in a dark alley.

The bar was a dimly lit dive, with flickering neon signs casting eerie glows on the rough, graffitied walls. The clientele consisted of bikers in leather jackets, shady characters with shifty eyes, and people who looked like they had long histories with the law. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol, creating an atmosphere of danger and secrecy.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping out of the car and walking into the bar, her heels clicking sharply on the grimy floor. The eyes of the patrons followed her, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion in their gazes.

In her classy outfit, Genevieve stood out like a sore thumb, immediately becoming the center of attention. Some patrons whistled at her, but she ignored them, striding confidently through the room until she spotted the giant figure.

He was sitting alone, smoking a cigar, his presence dominating the space around him.

Genevieve stopped beside him. The man glanced at her momentarily and then smirked like the devil. “Are you here to see me?”

She was silent. Then she took a deep breath. "Twenty years ago," she said, her voice steady. "It was you who kidnapped the Barnes' only son, right?"

The man's eyes narrowed, and he took a long drag from his cigar, exhaling slowly. "And what if I did?" he replied, his smirk widening.

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