It seems we have a new player in the dementia game. The subconscious mind.
I’m planning to move Jim and I to my hometown in the spring. Jim and I have talked about it, and he’s heard me refer to the move each time we have a doctor’s appointment. Which invariably means we have the conversation again about my desire to move to be closer to my mom instead of trying to care for her and Jim who are on opposite coasts..
He’ll worry about it for a while, concerned he’s not up to making all the decisions necessary for such a huge move, and then the topic will slip his mind.
Yet, Saturday night, he said he woke up from dreams about selling our house. He had no idea where the thought came from.
He’s also asked a few times about when the contractor will be in to finish the bathroom on the ground level of our current house. (another part of the moving prep process)
Today, he’s talked several times about it being time to go visit my mother. Or bringing her out here for a visit. (I’ve cited my mother’s health as a reason for my desire to move across the country)
Even though he can’t remember the specifics, or even that I want to move. It’s become embedded in his subconscious and he’s randomly remembering bits and pieces of the process.
There is only one more doctor to see who needs to know about our move in advance. Then I hope the subject (and his anxiety about the change) will drop until spring when it’s time to put the house on the market.