Tonight I really felt I’d had enough. The constant battle to stop him doing things in the bathroom, I won’t go into detail, but it has something to do with the toilet and him shouting at me while I’m trying to help him just wore me down. I went into the kitchen and had a good cry telling myself I’d come to the end of the line. BUT a good cry does one good and I rolled up my sleeves and carried on. But I do think a visit to the doctor might be an idea as my head felt as if it was going to explode and I was left with a bad headache having to resort to paracetamol. Maybe my blood pressure had risen with the stress.