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Iím 79; I live alone in Berkeley, but next door to my daughter Leesa and her family. I have two children and seven grandchildren. Iím a retired sociology professor.
Fifty years ago I was captivated by the human potential movement. New methods for personal growth, using creative ways to overcome fear through counterconditioning, could to an unprecedented extent empower us to do what we want to do, feel what we want to feel, and realize the ideals of religion at its best.
I wrote on the blackboard:
Who are you?
Who are you to think?
Who are you to think that?
Who are you to think that you can change?
Who are you to think that you can change the world?
Changing the world was not just an academic topic. I believed that the threat of a nuclear holocaust was a serious one. Now I again believe it is a serious one, along with climate change and the evils of the global kleptocracy. I am intensely concerned. (Currently my favorite progressive activism book is Bill McKibben's _Falter_. He is a world-class activist who doesn't have a world-class ego.)
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Returning to the human potential movement -- change proved more difficult than we had thought Ė yet I continued to believe that the human potential movement had a kernel of truth. I argued for the reality of human dignity as opposed to pessimistic views of human nature that would make us pawns of biology or society. I assigned books such as Alberti and Emmonsí _Your Perfect Right_ which showed how persons could work with their feelings and build their skills to realize democratic ideals in relationships. Aggressiveness and passivity were not the only options. (On this theme, William Ury, _The Power of a Positive No_, is an excellent 21st-century book.)
Another book I assigned was _Manís Search for Meaning_, written by Viktor Frankl who survived Auschwitz to argue for the human capacity to manifest human dignity and realize values such as generosity, responsibility and self-expression even in great adversity. Part of me envied Frankl who had a dramatic story to tell. Life hadnít been easy for me Ė as a child I was clumsy and socially inept, and my parents werenít the greatest. I grew up to marry a fascinating but borderline and histrionic woman who turned out to be abusive to our children (sheís dead now). Some drama there, but all too painful.
In 1998 disturbing weaknesses in following conversations, remembering and problem-solving led me to get a "working diagnosis" at UCLA of early Alzheimerís disease. I finally had "material" for my own dramatic story. My second career could be "dementia activist." I could, in my way, emulate Frankl, enabling David Shenk, in his bestselling The Forgetting, to write: "Before being taken prisoner by the Nazis, Frankl wrote extensively about the human ability to retain dignity under extreme conditions. Then, in the concentration camp, he faced the ultimate personal test of his own ideas. Now, after years of studying him, Morris was echoing Franklís life. In the freezing, foodless, lice-ridden barracks of Auschwitz, Frankl survived and maintained his dignity. Morris wondered if he could do the same as he was thrown into the dark cave of forgetting."
Now, twenty years later, my mind works relatively slowly and is easily overloaded and fatigued by complex interaction with the environment in real-time (games, conversation, etc.). This is consistent with the bitemporal hypometabolism in my brain PET and with the white-matter hyperintensities in my MRI, but it is not clear whether major pathology is present (after all, I'm 79). Regardless, my work adapting traumatic brain injury rehabilitation methodology to dementing disease has affirmed the broad applicability of lessons learned from spiritual resistance to the Holocaust by persons like Frankl. The Nazisí idolization of biology has again been found wrong.
I was a cofounder of DASNI, the online Dementia Support and Advocacy Network (International). In 2002 I met Andrea there, who became my third wife. In 2007 she and I saw Away from Her, the award-winning film about Alzheimerís and relationships starring Julie Christie. I was blown away when she quoted from The Forgetting my line, "Sometimes there is something delicious in oblivion." It was a thrill to hear these and other words from my life coming from a famous actress. I had had no idea. Part of the thrill was sharing this with Andrea and thus celebrating some of the best of our experience together.
But is really true that "sometimes there is something delicious in oblivion"? Absolutely! But there are other truths as well. I want to learn them, but not forget oblivion. "We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it," says the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous. I like that attitude.
Sadly, Andrea and I separated in 2009.
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It gradually became clear several years ago it that the severe cognitive decline which had previously seemed inevitable was not happening. Instead of preparing for a good death under adverse circumstances, I was free to put a lot of time and energy into reflecting on heavy subjects like death, aging, pain and money, into struggling with the demon of codependency and into working toward family healing. I looked forward to again writing something significant. I looked forward to resuming the quest for love.
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For a long time Iíve had a love-hate relationship with religion. I long ago decided that a God who could have prevented the Holocaust but for some reason chose not to does not exist. _When Bad Things Happen to Good People_ is right on that. But I find myself asking: Can religions be reformed to retain their emotional appeal while eschewing superstition, violence and tribalism? Or is reforming a traditional religion like trying to organize a swamp? Maybe the best attitude is simply, "Take what you need and leave the rest."
But spirituality is important to me. My spirituality is one that values Goodness, along with gentle disciplines to honor that Goodness. It values thoughtful love of life and values science at its best. And it values an unusual quality of connection with dogs/babies/small children/nature.
Finally, my spirituality values coming to terms with the reality of death. I believe death is to life like the hole is to the doughnut. My favorite book on living well in the light of one's mortality is Nina Riggs' _The Bright Hour_. I feel called to emulate her courage and creativity. Her candor about her issues with aggression reminds me of my own history, and has helped me learn how to do better in this area.
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For all my adult life I've pursued self-help, support groups and psychotherapy for healing and for growth. These have been very helpful with my addictions to smoking and overeating, and with overcoming depression and mitigating shyness. Five years ago I found in Marilyn Lundberg the best therapist ever. Though I haven't had major mental health issues since 2002 (depression), I've continued to search for insight and for fulfilling relationships. Marilyn is close to me in age, and one of the themes of our work is creative aging -- we are inspired by this poem of D.H. Lawrence:
When the ripe fruit falls
its sweetness distills and trickles away into
the veins of the earth.
When fulfilled people die
the essential oil of their experience enters
the veins of living space, and adds a glisten
to the atom, to the body of immortal chaos.
For space is alive
and it stirs like a swan
whose feathers glisten
silky with oil of distilled experience.
Marilyn and I might be pioneering a new way of listening, one that listens for memories of pleasure with the deep sensitivity with which the best conventional therapy hears memories of pain. Then a client (or a friend) can better sense his/her own deepest truths, honor them, and ultimately live the mystery and plenitude celebrated in Lawrence's poem.
My Alzheimer's Struggle.