My OH, ran a garage for 45yrs, drove all round the country doing recoveries, etc etc, had a visit last night from one of the mechanics whom he recruited 7 yrs ago, and is now leaving the garage to work elsewhere. We don’t socialise now at all with other folks, apart from family, so when the mechanic came around last night with his wife and wee kiddie, to basically say cheerio, it was quite awkward. The OH didn’t quite remember him or her, how long they had been there, where they were going, and they really hadn’t spoken to him since he was diagnosed, and at the end of the half hour visit and they mercifully left, I felt really sorry for my OH, as if he had been a specimen of sorts. He was repeating himself, telling stories about his youth, stuff I hear all the time, but it’s like i didn’t want these people to see him as a failing being. Weird because I am the first to tell people about his Alzheimer’s, but maybe on my terms. I certainly don’t want him to be laughed at or pitied. First time I had felt like this.