Today I read an article written by Diana Melly, wife of the late, larger than life, George Melly.The last days of George Melly
What struck me most was her description of both the love and hate that manifest itself. Hate of both George and herself as well as all the love. Of missing both as we are more than one set of emotions but somehow social behaviour seems to sanitise our lives to cut out anything that might be unpleasant.
Perhaps this is self evident, but somehow once again the living with dementia experience seems to be throwing light on corners of behaviour that all too often slink into the shadows.