Angel and his mother, Rafaela Spain
Communication ended up being the most difficult part. I have to admit that it was really difficult for me to put myself in her place and internalize that, as the disease progressed, she moved backwards in terms of knowledge, language and behaviour. I never did understand that what she could do one day, with total normalcy, she wouldn’t know how to do the next. I rebelled a few times, and I even yelled at her, thinking that if I said something in a louder voice, she’d understand me better, when nothing could be further from the truth – the impact was actually the opposite.
The new ways of communicating compelled me to arm myself with patience; and through songs and hand games that she still remembered, I managed to enter her world