Chapter 1
The Ambiguous Loss of Dementia
How Absence and Presence Coexist
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
âF. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up, 1945, p. 69
Rarely in human relationships are people completely absent or present. For this reason, loss and ambiguity are core elements in the human experience. With dementia, however, they merge into what I call ambiguous loss.1
Ambiguous loss is a loss that is unclear; it has no resolution, no closure. This unique and devastating kind of loss can be physical or psychological, but in either case, a family member's status as absent or present remains hazy.
Dementia creates ambiguous loss. The duality of your loved one's being absent and present at the same time is confusing, and finding meaning (or making sense of your situation) becomes immensely challenging. Without meaning, it's hard to cope. It's hard to manage even your day-to-day responsibilities. Ambiguous loss ruptures your relationship as you knew it. What you had before your loved one's dementia set in, and the way you were together, are now gone.
With dementia, something is definitely lost; you feel it, but no one comes to youâas they do after a loved one diesâto validate or support your loss. People even say things like âYou're lucky; you still have your mateâ or âYou still have your parent.â But you know you don't, really.
Health care professionals might distance themselves from you because you're not the patient, just the caregiver. Making you feel even more confused and alone, none of the usual customs and rituals used to manage grief fit your kind of loss. You are on your own in a limbo that all too often goes unnoticed (or denied) by the larger community. Perhaps it is simply convenient for society to let unpaid family caregivers deal with dementia patients on their own. Or perhaps it's too troubling for others to see what they cannot fix. For many reasons, it takes extraordinary strength to be a caregiver.
Gone, Not Gone
In my therapy practice, I worked with Jenny, who told me her husband was âslowly slipping away into another world.â She knew the diagnosis, dementia due to Alzheimer's, and realized that the journey would be longâyears, maybe decades. But she was desperate to find some relief from her anger and confusion. She wanted her husband back; he'd been a successful businessman, a loving husband and fatherâbut he was no longer the man she knew. Goneâbut still there.
The event that made Jenny reach out for help came when her husband of forty years became short tempered. He no longer treated her kindly. She said she felt as though there was a stranger in the house. This was not the relationship she wanted. She felt betrayed and abandoned.
Such uncanny transformation brings shifts not only in relationships but also in the way we see ourselves. Consider these difficult questions:
Am I still married if my spouse doesn't know me anymore?
Is he still a parent to our children if he doesn't know them anymore?
Am I still the daughter if I am now mothering my mother, my father?
People vary in how they answer such questions, but they all struggle with them. Jenny felt as if she were alone now and thus obliged to rethink who she was. With deep sadness, she said, âI feel like I'm leaving the shore for an unknown place.â
Jenny was experiencing the loss of her husband's mind and memoryâand also their relationship as it had been prior to his Alzheimer's diagnosis. He was with her physically, but virtually absent psychologically. This incongruence was confusing and painful.
I told her that what she was experiencing was ambiguous lossâthe most difficult kind of loss because there is no possibility of closure.
Having a name for the problem, she could begin her coping process. We talked about possible choices. She might choose to act as if nothing were wrong or, going to the other extreme, as if he were already gone and out of her life. She said she had tried the former and couldn't do the latter. I suggested she consider the middle ground.
âWhat is that?â she asked.
âYou can learn how to live with the ambiguity that comes with dementia.â
Although living with ambiguity is not an easy task in a culture that values certainty, Jenny chose to wrestle with not knowing what was coming next or how it would end. But now she understood that the culprit was neither her husband nor herself, but the illness. Dementia brings with it something mysterious that skews a relationship beyond human expectation. Knowing that it was not her fault, she was better able to begin copingânot to find a solution to the problem but rather to live with the lack of solution and the unanswered questions.
Loving Half a Person
In my therapy practice, I see many people like Jennyâwomen and men who come to me because they are at their wits' end trying to figure out what is happening to them and their relationship with someone they love. It is not just about the exhausting and lonely caregiving role, but also about how to make sense of the situation they now find themselves inâwithout losing who they are in the process.
Regardless of its cause, dementia's ambiguous loss can debilitate even the healthiest of us. This is the struggle: making sense out of a nonsensical situation. You come to realize that life now is dramatically altered. Your loss is great, but there is no sympathy card; no one sits Shiva or holds a wake. Instead, there is a lonely and oft-misunderstood mourningâa chronic sadness2âwith an indefinite beginning and indefinite end.
A New York psychologist who was also a caregiver, Carolyn Feigelson, asks a painful question: âHow is it possible to lose half a person? Half is dead, half remains aliveâŚ. Unlike a fairy tale whose premise is poetic reality in which nothing can surprise the reader, the uncanny story violates the observer's trust in reality.â3 To be sure, caregivers who live with ambiguous loss live with a reality that is broken and no longer trustworthy. Their loss is irrational, illogical, and absurd, and yet real.
Whether dementia stems from illness or injury, the challenge is to embrace the ambiguity and confusion. This doesn't mean passively submittingâor settling. Rather, it means discovering your choices and making decisions about how to find some continuity in the midst of chaos and change. It means trying to find some clarity in the midst of ambiguity. And live with ambiguity we must, if not earlier in life, then certainly as we grow older.
Even in normal times, we are most often apart from those we love. I go to work in one place, my husband in another, and our children in yet another. Some are in other states, thousands of miles away. Friends are scattered around the globe. In this mobile society, most of us are separated from those we love most of the time. But contemporary families seem to take what dissonance there is between physical and psychological presence in stride. Is this because we know that we can come together again whenever we wish? Unlike with dementia, such loss is retrievable. We can fix the loss with an airplane ticket or phone call. (There are, of course, obstacles that prevent reunions, such as cost, war, or political strife.)
Once we see how rare it is for couples and families to be fully present for one another, physically and psychologically, we realize that most of us already possess some skills for living with the ambiguity of separation and distanceâand surviving it. This previous experience, albeit different, helps teach us how to survive loving someone with dementia.
Finding the Middle Ground
With dementia, absence and presence coexist. Struggling too hard for clarity can lead to false answers that are attempts to erase the ambiguity. What I see most often is either premature closure (she is already dead to me, so I don't visit her anymore) or a denial that anything has been lost (he is just naturally forgetful, so he can still drive). Unless we consciously work hard to think about embracing ambiguity, any of us could quite easily fall into absolute thinking. This does not work with ambiguous loss and the real complexity you face.
When someone you love has dementia, the task is to increase your tolerance for the stress of ambiguity. To begin doing this, work at learning how to hold two opposing views at the same timeâmy parent is here, and not here; my mate is no longer the person I married, but still someone I love and will care for. Don't give up on loved ones when they are no longer able to be who they were.
Paraphrasing F. Scott Fitzgerald, learning to hold two opposing ideas in your mind at the same time allows you to move to the middle ground instead of sticking with the extremes. In the case of dementia, rather than the unfortunate extremes of either denial or acting as if the person were already dead and gone, there is a better choice: see absence and presence as coexisting. This is the best way to survive ambiguous loss.
With more paradoxical thinking, we live with the tension of conflicting ideas about absence and presence. Someone we love is both here and gone. When there's no cure to an illness or condition, the only window for hope is to become more comfortable with ambiguity and a less than perfect relationship.
Thinking in a more open way requires us to focus on the meaning of our relationship with an ill person rather than on what is normal. Gradually, as we accept the ambiguity, we can make sense of even an ambiguous loss, and thus more easily cope with it.
Adjusting Goals
Ultimately, the goal is not to end your relationship but to achieve a psychological shift or transformation in your thinking that fits a relationship which is now drastically changed by dementia. The goal is to accept the ambiguity.
When to Say Good-Bye
I continued to see Jenny when she had time. As I typically do with the caregivers I work with, I encouraged her to say good-bye to her husband at some point, even before death. She would know when that time came. Jenny kept a journal, and shares parts of it to help us understand how difficult the process really is:
January, after diagnosis
This is such a lonely disease. I am surrounded by people, but so lonely. The loneliness comes from being with someone who is no longer able to reach back to me. Loneliness is a different emotion than solitude. I have always enjoyed moments of solitude in life ⌠but the loneliness is deafening. There is such an âempty spaceâ in my life now. Sometimes I look at John while he is sleeping, trying to remember what our life was like.
July, two years later
My son called today. I am so thankful for his weekly calls from another state. It has been a great gift to me because he is not afraid to give me insight to help me keep perspective. Today I told him I am fighting for a quality of life for John⌠and he gave me a reality check in his answer. He said, âThe fact is, Mom, Dad's quality of life is not going to get better, he will progressively deteriorate ⌠and your hoping he will get better is keeping you from fighting for a quality of life for yourself.â He continued, âYou need to realize that the man you have been married to for 40 years is now gone, and it may even feel that you are married to a stranger, one that you don't even like.â
After that conversation, I took a drive to clear my head. I popped in a CD by Josh Groban that my granddaughter had left in my car. It was new to me. The song, âYou're Still You,â came on and the words stunned meâespecially the ones about âthrough the darkness I still see your light.â I realized that I still hold the memories of...