Something is niggling at me and I don't know if I should worry about it or not. I'm not a born worrier, it's my nature to not sweat the small stuff. And I don't see any point in thinking about something too much if there's no solution to be found.
I know I've always talked in my sleep. I think it was at its worst when I was a teenager. If my younger sister wanted to find out anything that I would not tell her about, she would wait until I was asleep, then ask me. And I'd spill the beans. I can remember having stern words with myself to NOT tell her, to keep my secrets to myself, that which boy I liked was none of her business, to not give her ammunition to tease me.
To this day I sometimes wake myself from a good sleep when I hear someone talking and I wake up to find out who it is. Sometimes it is a shout that disturbs me. I go straight back to sleep when I discover it is just me.
One of my younger brothers not only talked up a storm in his sleep but also walked (and on one occasion went outside and rode his bike down the street) in his sleep. I don't think I experienced sleep walking until I was a very sleep deprived mother of two and woke one morning to discover that the bottle I'd prepared for the baby the night before wasn't in the fridge. It was empty in the baby's cot and I never just left it with her in the cot, I always picked her up to feed her. My husband was at work on night shift and if it was the good fairy who had let me sleep that night, she never made a return appearance. The other possibility was that her barely two year old brother had taken it and given it to her but there's no way that child would have accepted cold milk. So it had to have been me.
All my children talked in their sleep and the youngest, for a few years, also walked around the house quite often. The sliding door that lead outside was very heavy and noisy and I remember the panic the night we heard it open and found her wandering up the path. On one occasion we found her standing under a cold shower in her winter pajamas!
So my situation is not really serious! I'm just more puzzled as to why, now, in my 70s I should suddenly start sleep walking. I'm not sleep deprived, far from it, very few people sleep as well as I do. I don't have any ill health, there has been no change to my medications. Trouble is, I don't know how often I do it. I've only caught myself out twice. One night last week I can remember dreaming my daughter was coming to visit, that she had sent me a text saying she would arrive shortly after midnight and that I got up and put on a light on the front porch and unlocked the front door for her. The next morning I was puzzled when she wasn't in the spare bedroom and checked my phone to re-read her text message. I shrugged and realized it had been part of a dream but was startled when I found the porch light on and the door unlocked.
On the other occasion I woke up to find myself sitting in the dark in the lounge room at 2 am with my glasses on and a book in my lap. I had no idea why I was there and I was shivering with the cold. My nightgown was on the floor beside my bed. What the hell had I been doing and why?
I know I should not have gone near Dr Google. If I were a man I'd be really worried as I read that middle-aged men who physically act out their dreams while asleep are five time more likely to develop dementia. No, even that wouldn't apply to me as I'm past what is commonly known as middle age. And anyway, the link is not as strong in women.