“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve got to try to be normal. I’m no good. I’ve got to get it done. I’ve got to keep normal. Now what, now what. Tell me. Where’s it coming from? I’m a wreck. It’s too hard.”
Those words were just a part of Calista’s internal dialog that, unbeknownst to her, was not internal. Those sentence fragments were uttered by a once accomplished woman whose brain was being damaged by dementia.
A few minutes earlier, she was having a conversation with her sister Donna — a slightly disjointed conversation, but a conversation nonetheless. When Calista began talking to herself, oblivious to her sister’s presence, Donna wrote down her words.
That was years ago, when Calista still recognized Donna as her sister.
Calista was a feminist before I knew what…