Fear of dementia looms large within me. Actually, it looms within a lot of us. We give it innocuous names like “senior moments,” but each time we misplace our phones or can’t find our car keys, the first place our minds go to is whether we are losing them — our minds, not the keys. Catch that? I made a clever little joke to mask my fears.
Dementia is among the top concerns of many seniors, in no small part because it afflicts so many and is a game changer for those of us who want to stay living in our homes forever. The National Institutes of Health says that by some estimates, about one-third of people ages 85 and older may have Alzheimer’s disease, the most common cause of dementia.
At 73 and coming from a long line of women who lived well into their late 90s (and one with dementia who made it to 104), count me among the worried.
Take today. I woke up and, like many mornings, I had to think a minute about which day of the week it was. My explanation is that I’m retired — a stage of life in which the days lose their distinction.
When you work Monday through Friday, you certainly recognize the weekend when it arrives. But as a retiree, I no longer live with an alarm clock or a calendar, and I only know Saturday because the stores are more crowded.
Names also sometimes do me in. I regularly confuse the names of my two children with those of my three dogs – not that it matters, since all ignore me equally. Sometimes I call my second husband by my first husband’s name, mostly when he’s driving too fast and has to hit the brakes hard. Stress in situations like that is a contributing factor and, again, not a sign of dementia.
Another thing I do is walk into a specific room without a clue as to why I’m there. I wrote about a University of Notre Dame study a few years ago that said walking through a doorway might be the culprit when that happens. It seems that when a thought is created in one space (the dining room table, where I am gift-wrapping), the doorway acts like a barrier to why I entered another space (the kitchen, where I keep the scissors and extra roll of tape).
The study seemed a little far-fetched at the time, but I now embrace it as gospel. Why? It’s that fear of dementia. If you join me in that fear and sometimes wonder if your absentmindedness is something more, take heart in this guidance: One symptom of more serious memory loss is that you’re not aware there’s a problem. So the mere fact that I worry means I have nothing to worry about. But if your family and friends seem more worried about your behavior than you do, listen to their concerns and see a doctor.
Misplace your house keys? It happens, and you are fine. Don’t remember which is your house? That’s more of a problem.
No biggie if you still can’t figure out the TV remote or how to reset the time on the old microwave. But if you repeatedly forget to turn off the stove or regularly can’t remember if you took your daily medications, it’s time to be concerned.