I’ve always admired my wife, her selflessness, her care for others, her outgoing nature. Didn’t she just go into the closet to get dressed for the day? I was right here! Who is this strange woman. Am l dreaming? No! Where did my wife go,and why is she always disappearing. Where did she go?
Who is this woman making the bed, and straightening the room? A housekeeper? My wife is so overworked, plus she is always gone. A housekeeper makes sense. Why does she have to be gone so much, now that I’m retired. I wonder when she will be back. In the closet getting dressed he looks around. There are no doors in the closet, except the one to the bedroom. He taps the wall, and finds nothing. This doesn’t make sense. A person doesn’t go into a closet and just disappear.
“I’m taking the dog out,” says another woman. He looks around for anyone else, checking all the rooms, and all the closets. Alone until his wife brings the dog back.
“I missed you,” he says giving his wife and long lingering hug and kiss. She reminds him that it is time to leave for his doctor appointment. She goes through the door leading to the garage. He gets into the car, and faces another woman. “Are you driving me to the doctor,” he asks the stranger.
This is a small glimpse into the life of a person with Capgras Syndrome. Those he loves are replaced by look-alikes, but he can tell the difference. He is surrounded by multiple strangers, and longs for his wife. We have a dear friend who was just diagnosed with this syndrome. Check back tomorrow for her perspective.