Since my husband was diagnosed with PD, it is easy for me to assume that he can’t do things that we used to do together and that often puts me in a downward spiral. I find myself choosing not to involve my husband in activities simply because it may take longer. Everyday chores seem more difficult and I wonder why I have to do it all myself. Needless to say, my cranky side starts to come out.

When I choose to leave him out, I am unfairly limiting my husband’s potential, I am adding unnecessary stress to our lives, and I am putting more of a burden on me. I am not truly connecting to life, I am just surviving. My husband deserves better and, honestly, so do I.

If I am aware enough to recognize what is happening, I can stop and take a breath. Reaching out to my husband is often the first step to rebooting my attitude. If I take a moment to physically move myself out of the space I am in, I can often see where things are going haywire. Then I can look at what is not working, figure out what we can do to make it work, and begin again. PD likes to put up roadblocks on our journey, we will keep finding detours to make it through.