Welcome to the Me with Dementia Talking About… weekly series.
Each Wednesday, I share an excerpt from my book—Me With Dementia Talking About—where I share reflections from the perspective of someone living with dementia. These gentle reflections are designed to help caregivers, family members, friends, and healthcare professionals better understand what dementia may feel like from the inside.
Whether you’re joining us for the first time or have been following along from the beginning, I’m glad you’re here.
Why It’s Called a Brain Disease
“Me” with Dementia, Talking About…
“You might hear people say, ‘Oh, she has memory problems,’ or ‘He’s just getting forgetful.’ But what’s happening to me isn’t just forgetfulness — it’s a brain disease.
Here’s why:
My brain isn’t just a lump of gray mush sitting behind my eyes. It’s an entire city, full of neighborhoods that each have their own jobs.
- The frontal lobe helps me plan, make decisions, and behave politely in public.
- The temporal lobes store my memories and help me understand language.
- The parietal lobe helps me find my way around the world — where my hands are, how to button a shirt, how far away that step is.
- The occipital lobe helps me see and make sense of what I’m looking at.
- The hippocampus — my little librarian — files new memories where they belong.
When dementia moves in, it doesn’t stay in one room. It’s not just the “memory department” that goes dark. The disease starts breaking down neurons and tangling communication wires all over the city. Lights flicker out here, phone lines die there. Some neighborhoods — like reasoning or language — go quiet long before others.
That’s why I might:
- Lose track of time or forget the day.
- Struggle to follow directions.
- Get confused by what I see or hear.
- Say or do something completely out of character.
It’s not because I’m lazy, rude, or choosing to forget. It’s because the damage is physical. Neurons are dying. Brain tissue is shrinking. The highways of information inside my head are full of detours and dead ends.
That’s why dementia is a brain disease — it’s not just in my mind, it’s in my brain. You can actually see the changes on scans: the shrunken areas, the thinning cortex, the scarred pathways where messages used to travel fast and clear.
So when you see me struggling, remember: I’m not doing this on purpose. I’m living in a city where the streetlights keep going out, and I’m still trying to find my way home.
Be patient with me when I forget.
Be gentle when I resist.
Because even if parts of my brain are fading, my heart still remembers what love feels like.”
Continue the Journey
Thank you for reading this week’s chapter from Me with Dementia Talking About…
This series follows the book in order, one chapter each week, making it easy to read from beginning to end.

