Ran across this fascinating article about dementia and sex.
She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.
And though the doctor never laid eyes on Bob, in general, he said, the fear of sex causing heart attacks is wildly overblown: “If you’ve made it to age 95, I’m sorry, but having sex is not going to kill you—it’s going to prolong your life. It was as if someone had removed the sheath that was covering [Dorothy], and she got to live for a while.”
The issue isn’t ‘sex’ really or even dementia. It’s the level of comfort some have or not when discussing the likelihood of sexual behavior on the part of our parents. I mean, we’re here – that didn’t occur asexually. What IS the big deal with our parents having sex anyway?