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More feel relieved than feel good.

As my father's dementia progresses, inhibitions are stripped away. Sometimes it’s not-so-cool stuff, like persistently hoicking at the table. Today though, in reasonably coherent speech he told of how he’d been raped by his sports teacher at the age of about seven.

This pulled together a lot of loose ends in my wondering about some aspects of his behaviour in life overall, and some of the obsessive stuff that has fluctuated since he started to lose his marbles. I do feel historical sympathy for him - it would have been a terrible experience - but also relief that my hunch was on course and that we can now go forward with a slightly clearer idea of “triggers” to avoid where possible.