It seems that I frequently notice changes in the person that I am due to my diagnosis, but often in a positive way.
My husband’s mother used to be someone who would strike up a conversation with anyone when she was out and about. We would often joke about it and give her cheek. We would leave her sitting on a bench while we shopped and as we walked up she would introduce us, having told people about us while she waited. I had never been someone to do so, that is up till recently.
Since my diagnosis, though I seem to have changed in my outlook. I find my self chatting to people in coffee shops and other places. I joke to my husband that I have taken up the mantle now his Mum is no longer with us.
Another thing is I feel I can pick people who have Parkinson’s. I sometimes feel like asking people if they do have Parkies, but resist the urge to do so. In my mind I think ‘do you have a diagnosis?’ or ‘I wonder how you are doing?’ it would be intrusive to do so, but I can’t help but wonder.
Just because I am open with my diagnosis, I know a lot of people aren’t. So, I don’t ask the question but continue to have the internal dialogue in my head.
My journey with Parkinsons 