In the universe of dementia caregivers, there is often a need to practice therapeutic lying.
I have been a natural practitioner.
The fibs were for the best. They were in place to protect, shield, and guide a quality of life for Burt.
The things that mattered in our life were that Burt felt and was safe and secure. Often, I needed to lie to make that happen so I could focus on care, patience, and love.
All that lying has made me an honest person. My genuine self, my essential self became more caring, patient, and loving during my journey with Burt. What could be more honest than that?