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It's more than 4 years since my husband's diagnosis. He has been ill for some years before that. Mental confusion was listed as a possible side-effect of medications prescribed for other ailments, so the Alzheimer's wasn't immediately apparent. As long as our daughter was alive, I could manage. She would take the patient to her home or to a restaurant, and | could get on with something, uninterrupted, knowing that he was safe, and would not be bumping into, or tripping over, things I needed to move. It's no use warning him. He forgets. A painter is supposed to come and paint the outside of the house. All openable windows need to be opened. I can't get anywhere near some of them. I need the saboteur out of the house, so that I can move the clutter (90% his; !0% 'bags I' space). A nurse visited recently, and saw my predicament. I have posted a letter to the GP saying that it must be somebody's job to help me, and I want that person identified and alerted. Antisocial workers? No thanks! I need someone who understands the problem and can solve it. The house is in my husband's name. He is barmy. He is not daft. I am not to use the vacuum cleaner, because we won't hear the phone. I am not to make outgoing calls because they will block all his marvelous incoming calls. If anyone rings, I am to cut the conversation short. I am not to let anyone into the house. It is too dirty and untidy to be seen. I am not to touch his stuff. The house is to be made clean and tidy by magic. I am not to go out unless he asks me to. I am not to go anywhere unless he has asked me to. I am to come straight back. I am not to talk to anyone. I talk to people behind his back, and I am not to do that. Where is the kind, considerate loving bridegroom of 50-odd years ago? Long gone! Where is the help I need? Good question! Answers, I suspect, on the back of a postage stamp.