Progressive Supranuclear Palsy (PSP) isn't just a medical term to me. It's an intimately known adversary that brought daily challenges and profound changes to my life as a caregiver. It's a journey filled with highs and lows, where the terrain is constantly shifting beneath your feet.
To the outside world, PSP might just be a neurological disorder characterized by falls and motor impairments. But, delve deeper, and you’ll discover its more insidious nature. Beyond the physical manifestations, PSP hijacks the mind. It bestows upon its bearer a cruel illusion of capability, whispering promises of mobility and independence even moments after a debilitating fall. This isn't mere forgetfulness or obstinacy; it's a treacherous mirage created by the disease itself.
I spent countless days, perhaps even months, wrestling with my own emotions, trying desperately to shield mom from the pitfalls of PSP. Each time she'd take a tumble or embark on a task I knew she wasn't capable of, a pang of guilt would pierce through me. Was I not vigilant enough? Could I have done more? But as time progressed, I realized that this wasn’t about my perceived inadequacies. It was about the very nature of PSP.
I had to shift my mindset. Rather than aspiring to create an impenetrable fortress around my mom, I learned to build a supportive scaffold. Acceptance was not defeat; it was strategy. I educated myself, seeking resources, attending support groups, and networking with other caregivers. Each fall, as distressing as it was, became a lesson, a signpost pointing towards areas needing more attention.
It became clear that while I couldn't halt the progression of PSP, I could modulate our environment and routines to mitigate its effects. Safety adaptations at home, physical therapy, and regular consultations with specialists became integral parts of our defense. Yet, it wasn't just about the tangible changes. Emotional support, maintaining mom's dignity, and fostering moments of joy and connection became equally paramount.
PSP has taught me that caregiving isn't just about tending to physical needs. It's about understanding the intricate dance between preserving independence and ensuring safety. It's about navigating the thin line between offering help and respecting autonomy. And, perhaps most importantly, it's about unwavering love, patience, and resilience in the face of an unyielding adversary.
This journey with PSP has been one of profound growth and introspection. While the challenges are immense, they're not insurmountable. With knowledge, support, and a heart full of compassion, we can make this journey a testament to human spirit and endurance.
By Laura Louizos
3 comments
Through my love, I am so unconsciously skilled at the things that I do on a daily for my husband who has PSP. " Acceptance was not a defeat; it was strategy." It is strategy everyday!
Every word you have written here has capture so much of the unsaid and the heart of what’s unknown. Thank you, so spot on!
So spot on❣️Navigating that fine line between helping and respecting autonomy really resonates.
I agree with every word.