A friend, who is a member of an online group that I belong to, is also a caretaker of a dementia patient. We commented on each other's posts last night about some of the things that our family member does. We started laughing and were just so silly for over an hour. I can honestly say that I haven't laughed that hard in a very long while.
In the middle of the hilarity we threw out the idea that what if these situations really aren't that funny? What if the stress of "living through it" makes a horrible situation just seem funny? Does stress really gift you with that release valve? What if seeing someone poop YOUR stolen panties doesn't cause the normal person to break out into fits of giggles (after the fact, of course)? How wondrous is that? That we are given an escape of an otherwise intolerable situation with the gift of laughter is nothing short of amazing. And another amazing gift? Just being able to talk to someone else who understands, someone who gets it and knows that you aren't crazy and that you are not a hero. Thanks, Jennifer.