Ugh. What Steph said. Who says things like that?

Oh, so here's the shocker: my mother is much more upset by #1! Maybe it was the context for the other one, but she's gotten it more than once!

OK, people who have had someone with dementia (and people who haven't, I guess): Which is the more offensive question? 1. Does he/she recognize you? or 2. Are you over being sad?

They're both terrible. I admit that I haven't actually gotten asked those questions, mostly.

But as you note, Jesse, it's often hard to tell if they know who you are. Or they know you're someone important, they're just not sure who. I think of it as becoming unmoored in time, so Dad could have thought I was his daughter, or his wife, or his sister, or his mother at any given time.

And you know, it didn't bother me that much. I mean, it's sad, but it wasn't his fault. It's not like he could have remembered who I was if he tried harder. My sister felt really bad about it, but I was okay with it mostly, since he reacted to me the same either way.

Yeah, I can see both sides of that. I never had that experience, so who knows what I would have thought.

I can see concern motivating the first question, even if it's a touchy subject. I don't know WTF thought process would lead to asking the second.

Which is the more offensive question? 1. Does he/she recognize you? or 2. Are you over being sad?

Damn. Very few people would have any excuse approaching #2, and really shouldn't ask #1 unless the conversation has gone deep enough already.

In IL we may have corrupt politicians but at least they get sent to jail (Some of thrm)

Another reason why 45 is scared of Chicago! Every now and then I imagine the conniption Blago must be having, watching the antics of 45 and Co.

I'm starting to feel like the whole collusion with Russia to influence the election may not end up going anywhere. It seems pretty likely that 45 will fire Mueller and that will just leave the Senate and House investigations which the Republicans will slow-walk and bury.

I can't imagine asking either. Hell, I don't ask my family members if my aunt recognizes anyone now. Of course, they tend to tell me unprompted. (Answer: on occasion, not often, for the record. Effectively, I have one aunt left at this point. I'm sad and bitter on my eldest aunt's behalf, even though I'm told she seems happy and content where she is. But she was supposed to have a life after my uncle died, damn it, instead of dementia before he did. They were poorly matched and it was bad for both of them, but he'd been so sick for so long that we always thought he'd go before she did, which he did in body, just not in mind.)

So I joined Instagram last week, and just now a couple of my photos were liked by Kodak.

Well done!