I'm Coming Out


In 1980, Diana Ross released a song entitled, "I'm Coming Out." With it's disco, funk instrumentation, coupled with its celebratory lyrics declaring what she wanted to reveal to the world, the song became wildly popular on the charts. Hearing the often sampled chorus on commercials and in movies has always made me smile, hold my arms wide like Diana, dance around and happily belt out the lyrics right along with her.

However, there are times in life when one must "come out" and it's not always a joyous occasion. Nevertheless, sometimes it is only in the very act of revealing, sharing publicly, that one can find or regain power and purpose. So, I'm coming out... While I am a Social Entrepreneur & CEO of Kandice Jacobs Creations, Incorporated, God in His infinite wisdom has decided that I am capable of donning yet another hat, that of CCO -- Chief Caregiving Officer. Yes, I am now one of 43.5 million women/men around the US, (according to AARP 2016 statistics), who are caring for a loved one with a chronic, life-limiting or terminal illness.

My father was diagnosed last October with Alzheimer's disease. While each day is a blessing, life as my mother and I know it has changed; and, it will continue to do so. This has become our sobering reality. As much as is humanly possible, I believe I have accepted this new reality. A major part of this acceptance means acknowledging the loss of the former, more ideal image of what I envisioned the latter years of my parents' life together being and how I envisioned spending that time with them. I must instead acknowledge the less than ideal and speak the words:

"My father has Alzheimer's disease."

I have begun sharing it with some one-on-one over the past months, but I share it this way now, today, because I have felt God moving upon my heart to do so for quite a while. Why go public? What is the purpose in doing so? There is a stigma attached to this disease, as with many other physical or mental illnesses. Particularly, within the African-American community, we tend to be very hush-hush about things which do not even need to be shrouded in secrecy. We too oftentimes are crushed beneath the weight of the make-believe and highly unrealistic mantle of strength. Sometimes we as caregivers are sworn to secrecy by our loved ones who have not come to terms with their own loss of good health and dream of how the latter years of their life were supposed to be lived.

Alzheimer's disease is a degenerative neurological disorder, ultimately effecting the balance of all bodily functions -- language skills; memory; cognition (i.e., the ability to make sound judgments, reason or problem-solve at optimal capacity); personality and emotions; the ability to perform every day, formerly routine tasks; sensory ability; balance and mobility, etc. As a result, many Alzheimer's patients feel like they are "going crazy," like they are "losing their minds." The sad reality is that while most certainly they are not crazy, their mind (i.e., their brain) is betraying them in the worst way imaginable.

Not wanting to upset or further frustrate one's loved one -- who feels so unable to control what is occurring cognitively, emotionally and physically -- caregivers often acquiesce in regard to allowing them to control the narrative -- the telling of their deeply personal story. Other times, as a caregiver, you feel the need to shield your loved ones from the insensitivity of those who do not think before they speak. We all know these types. Everyone in-fact knows who they are; and, I would bet that right now -- as you are reading this -- someone who fits this description is coming to mind. We often nonchalantly say, "Well, that's just [so-and-so]." This is the normal modus operandi, but when you think about your loved one being their fodder, all bets are off! To avoid such unfortunate exchanges, in which you don't know if you can be trusted to overlook it, you keep your personal family business to yourself and whisper in corners to the trusted few.

​​No matter the good-intentions, I have recently come to the personal conclusion though that keeping such a secret forever is virtually impossible. As your loved one's disease progresses, it could