I'm sitting here feeling rather guilty after reading these posts. All of them I could have written. My OH, 72, has been living in CH since June. He was diagnosed with FTD last January. It's been a very long 12years getting to this point. I had learnt to live my life around him until then. He too was and still is, obsessed with time and routine. Drawing curtains at 4pm no matter what time of year, going out to pub same time no matter what I might be doing. To wait for even 15 minutes was impossible. I had to ring him at specific times on the days I was at work. If I didn't for some reason I'd have messages left asking if I was alright. Lovely but sometimes it might have not been my fault that I couldn't get through so all the time I'd be on edge in case I missed the time! We don't have any children and his only family is a brother who doesn't live close by. My family do live close and if I invited my brother, sister-in-law, sister for lunch, OH would take himself outside & sit in the garden after eating. He just cannot stand being anywhere noisy. He gets very cross & impatient. In the CH he stays in his room apart from meals. Occasionally he does refuse to to eat in the DRoom but I think that's because sometimes a particular resident can be noisy. He displays host mode exactly the same & sometimes can barely speak to me without being horrible. What I'm getting to is that although it's absolutely awful to think about him being there, I am not so tired and fed up with trying to keep him "sweet" so I'm able to cope better with all these OCD's. I still work part-time & I still work my life around him to a certain extent. He has a diary in which I write when I'm seeing him.. If I don't write it down he gets very anxious & if I'm late he'll be very wound up when I get there. He isn't able to accept why he's there but even though I hate the disease & myself for us getting to this point, I know it's for the best. He's such a lovely man really, which the carers see. The FTD man is the one I see!! His mobility is awful now but he tells me he's absolutely fine one minute then the next he's demanding me to help him as he's going to fall. There's absolutely no reasoning which I find the hardest to cope with. Just another symptom of FTD. Sorry for this long essay !!