It’s blinking tough, I’ve just taken two anxiety tablets as I’m struggling to cope with the constancy if it. I know I should think I’m lucky as I’m not as bad as others. We’ve been out all day and other than having to be very conscious of where he is and what he is doing, everything was good. We have been home 3 1/4 hours and he hasn’t stopped, I’m just going up stairs, I’m just back, can I have a biscuit, can I go to the toilet, I’m back from the toilet, and on repeat every minute. Can I have a sandwich, yes and put it down 2 minutes later and he’s stood watching the dog eat it, second time in two days he’s given the dog his tea and even though I’ve just watched him he says he hasn’t. This is after 30 minutes between 2 am and 2.30 am of him saying he needs to go out, going outside in his pyjamas, looking for keys to the car, he has t driven in years. I’m shattered and just want to settle down for a while. I’ve been screaming and throwing newspapers around!
And as many say, family have no awareness or interest. His daughter is having him in Saturday and I can’t have the times until Wednesday so making it difficult for me to make any arrangements to do something in the 8 hours a year she has him - lives two minutes away.
Sorry to overtake your rant, it shows how many of us feel it’s hard. Hats off to people who can do it with good grace but I don’t think that’s me.
And as many say, family have no awareness or interest. His daughter is having him in Saturday and I can’t have the times until Wednesday so making it difficult for me to make any arrangements to do something in the 8 hours a year she has him - lives two minutes away.
Sorry to overtake your rant, it shows how many of us feel it’s hard. Hats off to people who can do it with good grace but I don’t think that’s me.