I think I’ve mentioned here before how the running of this household and caregiving in my situation is a matter of my force of will. 100% dependent on it, in fact. Had an additional thought on this yesterday. The well being of the three of us and any semblance of order in this household seems dependent on my concentration. Moment by moment almost. If I relax, get lazy, or veg out, even for a little while, it seems like things will fall apart. There was a STTNG episode in which a Spock’s father had a terminal degenerative mental illness that required him to be accompanied by two other Vulcans who constantly used their telepathic powers to help him keep his mind coherent. My situation seems inversely analogous to that.
Will March 23, 2012