My confusing life.

I wonder. If dysfunctional is normal. And that the vast majority of families. Are dysfunctional. Often without knowing it. I didn’t think of my family. As dysfunctional. That is, when I was living in it. It wasn’t until years later. After I had left.  That I considered my family dysfunctional. Because growing up. I had no idea what dysfunctional meant. Everything seemed normal. At the time. Dysfunctional was my normal. Because I had nothing to contrast it with. Now I have a much better sense of it.  Turns out. Living as a 24/7 Alzheimer’s care-giver. Is more dysfunctional. Than what I experienced as a youth. But I coped with it. In what may be touted as a normal way. But who’s to say. What’s normal? All I know. With certainty. Is that life can be confusing. --Jim Broede