Not Brushing Teeth in Dementiaville

In the past few weeks or so, Romeo has lost the ability to brush his own teeth. One of the nursing assistants does it for him every evening and every morning. This doesn't upset Romeo, not being able to carry out another routine task. And curiously, it did not upset me when I heard the news from his nurse.

As I've said before, what's most important to me is that Romeo is happy, peaceful, content. This means that when he doesn't react to losing an ability to perform a task, when he can't remember how to do something he always did previously, and when he doesn't react, when he carries on as if this new loss is routine, then I follow his lead. It's so much easier that way. And the easier life can be, the simpler it can be, the better life is in Dementiaville.