Hello all
i haven't posted for a while, so I'll do a brief update. Last Friday my husband, who has FTD, was sectioned by the police following an incident in a public place where he was seen to push me, twist my hand, grab my handbag etc. I won't go into the details, but it was by no means the first time he had assaulted me, and on this occasion I wasn't really hurt.
Since then he has been in a geriatric psychiatric unit nearby (we live in Western Massachusetts), and after some rest, and a lot of thought, I have told the social worker at the hospital that I would like him to go from there into a home. I have talked with our children, close family friends and close family members, and I have done a lot of thinking. I have also lived a week free of fear, for the first time in months, if not years. I have prayed and prayed, and yesterday morning I woke up with the phrase "I can't do this any more" on my lips. So I communicated my wish to the social worker and the doctor at the hospital where Joseph is. There is only dementia care home in the area that will accept people with challenging behaviours, and the social worker seemed to think that they would probably have room. We will be self-funding.
Joseph is desperate to get out of the hospital and I am sure it will take a while for him to settle down in a home, but this doesn't change anything. The doctor is on board with the idea of telling him that he needs to go somewhere to recuperate after his hospitalisation. so they can deflect the blame from me, somewhat.
My thoughts, which are jumbled but gradually sorting themselves out, are the following: I am not safe alone with Joseph. It would not be possible in good conscience to introduce a paid caregiver into this situation. Joseph is already more relaxed in the hospital setting because the daily challenges of life 'on the outside', which constantly frustrate him, are minimised. And I think, I hope, that a more structured environment, with more distraction than I alone can provide, could help him feel safe and more valuable.
Our children are very sad, but our son in particular is relieved that he will not longer have to worry about my safety. All the family and friends I have talked to are relieved as well.
So there we are. A new chapter. Gosh, I do miss him, but I started missing him a while ago. And the violence has been part of my life, our lives, for many, many years; it is only now that I am coming out and admitting it. The difference nowadays is that it doesn't happen in the context of an argument. Whereas in the past I would say I was often complicit - not victim-blaming, just being honest - now it can come out of the blue, and very fast.
Now I'll have more time to give support and tips, rather than just ask for them!
Love
i haven't posted for a while, so I'll do a brief update. Last Friday my husband, who has FTD, was sectioned by the police following an incident in a public place where he was seen to push me, twist my hand, grab my handbag etc. I won't go into the details, but it was by no means the first time he had assaulted me, and on this occasion I wasn't really hurt.
Since then he has been in a geriatric psychiatric unit nearby (we live in Western Massachusetts), and after some rest, and a lot of thought, I have told the social worker at the hospital that I would like him to go from there into a home. I have talked with our children, close family friends and close family members, and I have done a lot of thinking. I have also lived a week free of fear, for the first time in months, if not years. I have prayed and prayed, and yesterday morning I woke up with the phrase "I can't do this any more" on my lips. So I communicated my wish to the social worker and the doctor at the hospital where Joseph is. There is only dementia care home in the area that will accept people with challenging behaviours, and the social worker seemed to think that they would probably have room. We will be self-funding.
Joseph is desperate to get out of the hospital and I am sure it will take a while for him to settle down in a home, but this doesn't change anything. The doctor is on board with the idea of telling him that he needs to go somewhere to recuperate after his hospitalisation. so they can deflect the blame from me, somewhat.
My thoughts, which are jumbled but gradually sorting themselves out, are the following: I am not safe alone with Joseph. It would not be possible in good conscience to introduce a paid caregiver into this situation. Joseph is already more relaxed in the hospital setting because the daily challenges of life 'on the outside', which constantly frustrate him, are minimised. And I think, I hope, that a more structured environment, with more distraction than I alone can provide, could help him feel safe and more valuable.
Our children are very sad, but our son in particular is relieved that he will not longer have to worry about my safety. All the family and friends I have talked to are relieved as well.
So there we are. A new chapter. Gosh, I do miss him, but I started missing him a while ago. And the violence has been part of my life, our lives, for many, many years; it is only now that I am coming out and admitting it. The difference nowadays is that it doesn't happen in the context of an argument. Whereas in the past I would say I was often complicit - not victim-blaming, just being honest - now it can come out of the blue, and very fast.
Now I'll have more time to give support and tips, rather than just ask for them!
Love