I used to be work for Peabody Coal Company. I was a chemist there. Sounds way more important than it actually was.
I was in law enforcement, private security and EMS for over 24 yrs. My wife and I owned and operated a private investigation business.
We also had a body removal business. We were contracted by many funeral hones to do in-home body removals and transfer to the funeral home, morgue, where ever.
We had many accounts, and did many out of state transfers. We employed about six people. I always thought people would say "I always wondered who did this service".
I also was an investigator for the State of Ohio for Severely handicapped people. I had a six county area here in Ohio I was responsible for. It was my job to go to the facilities, day cares, home visits and such and make sure that standards were being met.
All employees there were up to date on their training. I also was in charge of all investigations dealing with crimes against the patients. Be it theft of their meds, sex crimes, theft of personal items, abuse by staff, abuse by patients to staff and on and on.
It was while doing this job I realized I could no longer do what I could before. I was fine when it came to investigating crimes and such because I had done this for years in law enforcement.
It was indeed in my long term memory. The problem I was encountering was doing the needed reports to the State. They gave me a computer to use, which was of course a PC.
I had always used MAC computers and I simply could not learn the new format. I didn't know why, but it just wasn't going happen.
In time I went to my supervisor time and time again and explained to him I just couldn't understand how to do the reports. He said it will come in time.
Was trying to help me, but as always, he didn't understand. Six moths into the job I was total wreck. Stress over not understanding what I was doing, stress of the job in general.
At 3:00am one morning I got out of bed and was getting dressed. Phyllis June ask me "What are doing, it's 3:00am?" I told her I was taking the computer, phone, and all my reports to the office, turning them in and quitting.
That decision was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Now of course I know why I couldn't understand or learn the pc format. But I had no idea then, no one did.
I knew something was wrong. Like I tell everyone. You will know if you indeed have some sort of dementia. It's not like forgetting where you put your car keys.
It's like having them in your hand and not knowing what to do with them...