My husband was diagnosed with early onset three years ago at age 57. He is still able to do lots of things (garden, golf, church)...but as empty nesters, I am his sole caregiver.
And that means that I see things others don't. I am the one who has the same conversation three times during a meal. I am the one who has to tell him what he was looking for. I am the one who has to write it all down on a list so he knows what he wanted to do in the garden. I am the one who has to remind him what our pastor just said at church during the service..
And then you go in for a check up and his cognitive tests show he is the same as before. And you know he's not, because you are constantly repeating yourself and are constantly reminding and constantly on edge. And if you hear one more time "Hey, he's doing great!" you might just scream. I see that he is slipping, but only in what others would term "little ways.'
It's not that I don't want him to function out there, it's just that every time someone says that, I want to invite them to come live in my house and see how much he has slipped. His short term memory is at the amnesiac level - there is none.. and every time I have to repeat a conversation or remind him what he was doing it just takes a little piece of my heart and rips it off.
It hurts so much. But you have to stay positive with others and not be the downer and "that depressing wife" and be so happy that he's "doing great" when you know he's not.
I hate being the only one who sees all this firsthand.