I’ve watched both of my grandparents decay to shells of who they were, and live for a long time after. It’s an utter nightmare for me. I’m hoping it skips my father, so he doesn’t have to go through it and I don’t have to watch him go through it. As for me, I’m hoping I have the presence of mind to kill myself before it goes too far, or I have a loved one who’ll help put me out of my misery.

I don’t think suicide is the answer.

There are no answers to Alzheimer’s and dementia. I’d just much rather die as myself than become a shambling corpse with a mockery of sapience and force my loved ones to watch as it happens.