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I think autism is the worst case scenario of what chronic mercury poisoning looks like in a child. And dementia is what is looks like in an adult.

I wound up taking care of my brother who had progressive dementia. Our family appears to be genetically susceptible to this toxicity, and Jeff got a lot of exposures.

Towards the end I was cleaning up shit and sometimes hiding in my room when he was angry. He was six foot four and worked out his whole life.

There came a point where I just couldn't do it anymore. I told his kids that they would have to take over. They arranged a good system for him and it lasted for a bit but then he had a violent episode with the caregiver and he had to go in to memory care which costs $90,000 a year and where he got drugged up pretty good as he tended to be violent. He died fairly promptly after that.

Of course I failed him. How could I not have done so? Once he commented out of his intellectual fog, "She use to like me a lot, but now she doesn't like me anymore." I went in to the bathroom and closed the door and wept. I couldn't stand to be in the same room with him.

His children couldn't make it up in time when he was dying and they asked me to go see him. I went and sat with him while he was working away at whatever one works away at when you are unconscious and dying. I had to leave before he got done, but I think it was a solitary undertaking.

I am left feeling very, very sad. There is the tendency to be angry, too. But ultimately the anger only injures you personally. This was iatrogenic. As are all injuries the poor mothers and fathers endure. It is a wickedness beyond imagination. It is psychopathy. But "vengeance is mine, I will repay," says God. The Jamaicans say, "Jah, na sleep."

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