In my private practice, I evaluate and treat patients with a variety of conditions ranging from ADHD to depression to dementia, and I find that there are so many un-asked questions, primarily because until you’ve been through a situation, you don’t know what to ask. So I usually try to anticipate some of those questions ahead of time and answer them.
Dementia is a cruel disease that doesn’t just impact the one diagnosed—it impacts the whole family. When a loved one is diagnosed with dementia, caregivers are often filled with fear, concern, and dread. In today’s post, I’m continuing an interview with a caregiver whose wife was diagnosed with dementia, about what he found to make his journey a bit easier. [more]
The early morning temperatures were frigid, enough to make me want to stay in bed. Yet I knew if there was anywhere I might sense His presence, where He might see me, it would be in His house.
I half-wondered if the tears would freeze on my cheeks as I drove the deserted roads alone that morning. Pulling my cape around my head and neck to block the wind, I hoped it might shield any onlookers from noticing my blotchy eyes and puffy cheeks as I skirted from the parking lot into the building.
I spotted her as I entered the sanctuary, but diverted my gaze. [more]
In today’s Ask Dr. B, a reader is trying to understand what to do when a spouse is depressed. Dr. Bengtson provides helpful information on the course of action.
Dear Dr. B,
My husband has suffered with depression for over the decade we have been together and many more years before that. When he is depressed he views me as the enemy, so any time I try to reach out he views it as manipulative, controlling, etc. He pushes me away!
Is it typical that when he isn’t depressed we discuss how his behaviors are hurtful and he acknowledges it but then when he cycles into depression he does the same behaviors that we discussed? [more]
Do you suffer like Martha from excessive busyness? Do you need to break from busy life? Today, you have the choice to go it alone or surrender it to God. What will you choose to combat busy?
Sand in my toes, water lapping up on my feet, watching the sun either descend below the horizon or arise to announce the break of a brand new day…that’s where I feel most at peace, where my heart stills and I most easily hear my Father’s voice.
And then it’s time to leave. Time to get back to real life. Busy life. Life where one pressure or another tugs in multiple directions until we feel frayed at the edges.
In today’s post, I’m interviewing the husband caregiver of a wife with dementia. He shares about getting additional support.