We are going to be moving house in 3 weeks. We were supposed to be moving before now but things went wrong in the chain. Moving is confusing enough for OH but the delays have not helped. Then midst it all we’ve just been on a pre-booked week’s holiday to the same caravan site we have been to for the last 3 years. The holiday caused moods to be up and down. Happy at times and totally confused at others and adamant he was not taking any of his medication. Worried I rang for advice to MC but being away meant little could be done. I was assured that missing the meds over the week would not be too harmful. At the end of the week, yesterday, I drove us home BUT halfway along the 2.5-hour journey I became someone else and he asked me my name and where I lived. He could not remember or compute where his home was and became very anxious. Arriving at our house he recognised it as his home but not mine and aggressively wanted me to go away. I drove off, walked off, held back for a while but it was no use as each time I tried to get in the house he forcibly stopped me and was very agitated. I could see no neighbours that were in to help. All cars were missing off the forecourts. A telephone from my daughter and a conversation with her failed to help him to recognise me and his anger continued in a threatening way so I called the police as I was scared of him. He is a big fella, chasing me away, following me round the car. A neighbour then showed up and came to help. He told him I was his wife and that he was just confused. Eventually he accepted who I was and went to make a cup of tea for him and me on the neighbour’s advice. I rang and asked the police to stand down (especially on a blue light) but they came on a welfare visit later. At this point I was the one who was losing it and bonkers. However, after talks with and from the police he became less angry / anxious and our “strange normality” returned. Today he talks about a MAN (me) that followed him home. I tell him to stop thinking about it, to put that behind him, and he does stop. We still have the house move ahead of us and I am continuously relating the situation of when we will move and where to. It is hard for him, well for both of us, but it will be for the best as we’ll be near family for support. We will deal with the medication situation meantime and the repercussions from the police visit. My nerves are shattered! I love him to bits but yesterday that love was tested. I wish I knew how to deal with these situations better as they happen, I have read and absorbed all the leaflets and advice but I do get caught out and fail. What a learning curve.
