Experiences of loss

With over 200 blogs on D4Dementia now, some of them approaching 7 years old next month, I've decided to spend my 2019 year of blogging by re-visiting some of the topics I’ve covered previously, throwing fresh light on why they remain relevant, and updating them with some of my more recent experiences. This month, I want to look at loss.

Losing my dad

One of my most popular and shared blogs on D4Dementia is ‘End-of-life care: A very personal story’. I wrote the blog less than two months after my dad had died, and with my emotions still very raw I began the blog by saying:

"Planting up my father’s grave recently, I found my mind wandering back to our last few days with him, painful in so many ways and yet hugely comforting as well. Nothing is more important to me than knowing that we spent all day every day with dad during that time, that we were with him at the very end, and that he had what I would describe as outstanding end-of-life care."

I’ve been back to plant up dad’s grave many times since I wrote that blog, most recently last week to give it some spring colour as we marked what would have been dad’s 92^nd birthday. That was the first time our daughter could really participate in the gardening, and my feelings watching her digging little holes and helping to arrange the plants are something I can’t quite find the words to describe. It’s the closest she will ever get to my dad, which is a huge sadness as I know my dad would have adored being a grandpa and he never got that chance. The emotions may not be as raw now, but dad’s physical absence from our lives means that there will always be a missing piece in our family jigsaw. 

Loss from a distance

Very sadly I’ve had further personal experience of loss recently as my father-in-law passed away in South Africa, just 15 days before the 7th anniversary of my own dad’s passing and having lived and died from the same type of dementia – vascular dementia. Experiencing bereavement from a distance, having not been there to support my in-laws, as well as supporting my other half as he comes to terms with the loss of his dad, is the strangest mix of emotions, and the timing in particular has brought back many memories of my own dad’s passing. 

Distant bereavement means that you don’t have all of the practicalities to attend to, and you don’t feel remotely useful. Life is expected to carry on, and yet it isn’t the same and won’t ever be. Our parents shape our lives and the people we are – losing a figure so influential in your life is like having the rug pulled out from under you, and seven years on from losing my dad I have realised that you can never replace that carpet of stability and wisdom. All you can do is celebrate all that person gave you, and how they’ve helped you to become the individual you are.

Losing a new life

In my work life I draw on the strengths my dad gave me a huge amount, especially when dealing with any topic that involves loss. There is no denying the need to talk about advanced care planning, palliative and end of life care, loss, grief and bereavement, but while my personal experiences positively influence me as a trainer and writer they can also be painful to revisit in many different ways. 

One particular example of recent work, albeit ghost-written so I can’t signpost you to it as the author, was around how life story work can bring up thoughts and the associated feelings of bereavement(s) an older person experienced when they were younger. One of the most powerful ways I illustrated this was by drawing on the experiences of a lady I knew in her 80’s, who had heartbreakingly recalled a miscarriage as a young 20-something woman. 

At the time I never imagined this would resonate with me, but having had a miscarriage at 10 weeks last month I now know that an experience like that changes you. Other women older than me have told me they’ve never forgotten how they felt at the loss of the life they’d had growing inside them, and all I can really say is that in terms of pregnancy it reminded me of the title of a blog I wrote in 2014, ‘A loss of innocence’.

A loss of innocence not because I didn’t know miscarriages can happen, indeed my own mother had one before having me and I know many other women who’ve had miscarriages amongst my circle of family and friends, but because I will never view pregnancy, should it ever happen for us again, in the same way. As I said in my ‘A loss of innocence’ blog:

“Life is not and will never be as it was, and unlike many aspects of our existence this is something that we have no control over.”

For that lady in her 80’s recalling a loss of new life 60 years ago, as real then as the day it happened, is proof that living with loss is a lifetime’s work. Despite dementia taking many of this lady’s memories, it had left that one perfectly intact and able to torment her if the right care and support wasn't in place to help her overcome reliving those experiences whenever she saw a pregnant lady or a baby, having never been able to have children herself.

I’ve come to realise that any loss changes you, and perhaps the most important message about loss is that you don’t forget, and that’s ok. You can’t erase loss from your life however it has touched you; all you can do is find ways to acknowledge your loss and to live with it.

Until next time...

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Why are you a carer?

On the face of it this is a really simple question, yet it is one that can generate so much discussion. It's something I've been asked a lot in the last few years in the context of, "Why did you care for your dad?"

People are often surprised that as a teenager, twenty-something and thirty-something I would have put my life on hold to care for my dad. Yet consider this: when people begin a family they are rarely asked, “Why would you want to have children?” despite the massive life-change and life-long commitment parenthood entails.

Although the motivation for becoming a carer, the reasons people continue with caring (often against a backdrop of significant difficulties), and the way in which many carers struggle to move on with their life after their caring role ends are very individual, there are some common themes that often surface when you talk to carers, and I want to explore those commonalities in this Carers Week 2017 blog.

Why become a carer?

Many people who’ve never been a carer often approach the topic under the premise that people who are carers have made a lifestyle choice to be so. Big mistake. I have never met anyone who woke up one morning and actively decided to become a carer for a relative or friend. Every carer I have met fell into caring for someone they love due to various circumstances, largely beyond their control, and generally never realised they were becoming a carer.

It is a well-worn phrase, but worth repeating: I never considered myself a carer for my dad, just a daughter looking after her dad.

My G8 Dementia Summit film

Do labels matter? In essence no, if you realise that you have taken on a responsibility that has consequences for your life and your health and are proactive in ensuring that you look after yourself as well as the person that you are caring for. In reality, however, the 'carer' label will - in theory - give you access to services (if they exist!) that without that label you wouldn't be able to access. If those services are fit for purpose, they can help to prevent carer ill-health and carer breakdown.

Why do you continue to be a carer?

Again, this question suggests most people make an active choice. They don't. Carers remain as carers often through a lack of choice, and as much as it may be very un-politically-correct to admit it, often through a sense of duty, obligation or necessity.

However, that isn't to underestimate the human emotions that accompany caring. They are potentially the biggest driving factor towards carers remaining as carers once you remove the 'circumstances beyond your control' element. Moreover, it's emotional ties that often keep a carer caring for longer than is perhaps good for them or the person they are caring for.

As much as caring is immensely difficult, there is something in the depths of the human psyche that wires us to prevent suffering in those we love and give comfort and support. The rawness of this emotional pull isn't the same for everyone though, which may explain why in a large family it's often one person who is the primary carer with other family members very much on the peripheries. And that is no one's fault - again, it's often a mix of circumstances with a good helping of emotions.

Why is it so hard to move on when your caring role ends?

Again, it's those emotional factors biting us in the depths of our hearts and souls. You don't spend that much time with a person, and potentially nurse them through the end of their life, only for your life to return to your pre-caring days afterwards.

For a start, the bereavement experience is very different - you aren't just grieving the loss of the person, but a loss of the purpose and routine you had. Caring, for all its challenges, is something many people become exceptionally adept at, and the feeling of doing something so important so well is a huge source of pride which can be lost when you are no longer caring for the person.

Why is capturing carer knowledge and experiences so important?

One way of combatting the loss of skills and purpose is to go into a social care role professionally, and some of the very best care workers I've met in my consultancy work have a strong background of being family carers. For other people, caring for 'strangers' is just too difficult after caring for a loved one, no matter how much we might say that 'Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet', or indeed the former carer's own health or age make such a career choice prohibitive.

My interview with Havas Lynx where I talk about the wealth of knowledge and experience carers have and the importance of capturing that

The challenge for all of us, however, is to find ways of capturing carer knowledge - at every juncture of a carer's life - to benefit others, be they family carers or professionals. And if you are a health or social care professional, NEVER consider yourself more learned or accomplished than a family carer, be they a current or former family carer. That unique pull of circumstances and emotions creates a rarefied learning experience that really is - both positively and sometimes negatively - second to none.

 

Until next time...

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Dementia takes... and dementia gives

The start of a new year is a time that many people find themselves in a reflective mood, and I have more cause than most to feel that way as 2016 kicks off.

As some readers may know if they follow me on social media, I became a first-time mum last November.

A very proud mummy to a very beautiful daughter, Sophie Rae, born 21 November #totallyinlove pic.twitter.com/gUdhBHlWww

— Beth Britton (@bethyb1886) December 4, 2015

Parenthood opens up a whole new world, and inevitably makes you think about family life in a totally different way. Amongst the flurry of people eager to meet the new addition, you inevitably think about those who will never meet your child, and for me the person at the forefront of my mind is of course my dad. 

In the film I made for the G8 Dementia Summit I said of dad’s dementia: 

"It’s robbed him of opportunities that, obviously, now he will never have"

When I said this I was particularly thinking about potential future grandchildren. My dad loved children, and would have adored being a grandparent. The look on his face had he had a newborn grandchild placed in his arms is one I can picture vividly in my imagination, and I feel a huge sense of loss that I cannot experience that in real life.

Dementia has robbed us of that opportunity, that moment that would have become etched into our family history and captured by camera to preserve forever. The reassurance that comes from feeling dad's constant presence is a consolation, but it doesn't replace the real thing and never will. For that I hate dementia and I hate the fact that by developing it, dad's life was limited and, in my view, ended before its natural conclusion.

In the midst of those feelings it's hard to see positives, but they are there. Dad's legacy is one our daughter can learn from and be proud of. Dad's life with dementia left a story for me to tell that has much to inspire an enquiring mind as it grows and develops, and nothing will make me prouder than having our daughter in an audience one day when I'm speaking at a big event. I hope that even if she doesn't want to follow in her mum's footsteps in her working life that she will see the good, the kindness and the love that goes into what I do every day.

None of those things will replace learning from my dad's wisdom or having his cuddles, but she will come to know and appreciate everything that made him such a special man. In that way, dementia gives a little - it gives her lessons to learn, kindness to emulate, and a foundation to lead her life embodying the qualities my dad so admired and strove to teach me every day - humility and respect.

Since I would give anything to be able to introduce our daughter to her maternal grandfather, it makes me very sad to think of the many children that could be part of the lives of their older relatives and aren't. Without any reservations whatsoever I would have ensured our daughter was part of my dad's life during his years with dementia, including taking her to visit him during the nine years he spent in care homes.

I am certain that the interaction between the two of them would have been magical. Children don't judge people with dementia in the way that adults often do. Babies in particular have an innocence and a vulnerability that could never threaten, intimidate, or make a person with dementia feel inadequate or less of a human being. There is so much that we as adults could learn from the unconditional love and trust a tiny baby gives us, and use those lessons to impart the aforementioned qualities into our interactions with others, particularly people who are living with dementia.

My memories of my dad, and the many things I learnt from him both before and during his life with dementia, will undoubtedly influence the kind of parent I am and will grow into being in the years ahead. I can't help feeling that those lessons belong in some way, shape or form in parenting classes - proof, if it were ever needed, that intergenerational learning and intergenerational work in dementia awareness has never been more relevant, or more needed.

Until next time...

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