Bed exercises! Good idea, but it used to be so much more fun!
I dread night-times now because he doesn't know where he is in the bedroom and bathroom area- he thinks we are in a different building. He is suspicious of losing his 'stuff' - i.e. wallet, keys, and cannot unpack them from his shorts when he has taken them off. I am constantly reminding him. A strain, but I am getting used to this need he has.
I smiled about your husband not knowing where he is at bedtime. Mine thinks a lot of the day that we are in our motor-caravan in Spain, though that didn't have an upstairs. We used to spend several winter months in a Spanish camp-site but the winter after he had his fall I sold the van [I was the only driver, and he couldn't navigate any more] but he often thinks either we are in it or it is parked outside.
Today is alow point, at visiting this afternoon I managed to last a meagre 1.75 hours as opposed to a usual 4+,but feeling physical fatique,emotional fatique, I struggled to keep up with my wife,she has far ,far better mobility than I have,but today it got to the stage where I started to question if I could get the car home. So I had to cut short the visit. MY greeting when I got there was an enthusiastic greeting for Dad,Dad Dad,!!!. Sunday will be our 57th anniversary, this year I have been careful to chose a card that does not say "Wife" on it , last time when I gave her a card she threw it away telling me I had no right to say " My Wife", her husband would not like it. So the trials and tribulations continue. The Doctor who the SW brought in because I would not let her go into care because I did not want to lose her said quite bluntly that I already had lost her!, and cruelly carried on to demonstrate the fact!!. I still go to see her every day, she is used to seeing me now, just like she sees the carers in the CH, but I will still cling to the hope "one day". Good luck, you will need a modicum of resignation to be able to carry onEven when a loved one enters residential care, it is still emotionally draining. However, obviously less so than when a loved one is being cared for at home by family.
supporting my Dad's heartache "I think I am finally slipping from the memory of my lifetime's sweetheart's mind".
It's just one huge emotional roller-coaster which we will be devastated, but relieved, to climb off.So if it's any comfort, which it is for me...there are many people on that ride with you! Big hugs x
Don't feel selfish or guilty. Your father should contact social services for help.1954 I don't know much about your story but I am sure "weak" would be the last word to describe you.
I have just read all the comments and am in awe of all of you all and angered that most of you seem to have such little support.
I am ashamed and guilty after reading these comments that I have not yet packed up my life in my home town to live closer to my Mum. She is living with my Dad who is not coping. Though I am not qualified to say I would guess Mum is starting the middle stage of dementia. I am a lone parent of a 4 year old and don't think we could live with her, though we could move closer. I wish she could live closer to me, but that also feels selfish - not wanting to leave my whole life behind.
It reads as though I am seeking absolution, probably because I am. I don't know what my final decision will be but in the mean time I send my deepest respect to all of you who are trying to cope with the situation you have found yourselves in.
My husband is at home and lucid much of the time. Just when I think he is alright, he will think I am his mother - or even his father! - and he tells me my name which is theirs. I used to correct him and explain I am really Ann his wife, but this confuses him so I just ignore it though it makes me so sad.Today is alow point, at visiting this afternoon I managed to last a meagre 1.75 hours as opposed to a usual 4+,but feeling physical fatique,emotional fatique, I struggled to keep up with my wife,she has far ,far better mobility than I have,but today it got to the stage where I started to question if I could get the car home. So I had to cut short the visit. MY greeting when I got there was an enthusiastic greeting for Dad,Dad Dad,!!!. Sunday will be our 57th anniversary, this year I have been careful to chose a card that does not say "Wife" on it , last time when I gave her a card she threw it away telling me I had no right to say " My Wife", her husband would not like it. So the trials and tribulations continue. The Doctor who the SW brought in because I would not let her go into care because I did not want to lose her said quite bluntly that I already had lost her!, and cruelly carried on to demonstrate the fact!!. I still go to see her every day, she is used to seeing me now, just like she sees the carers in the CH, but I will still cling to the hope "one day". Good luck, you will need a modicum of resignation to be able to carry on
Hubby and I are totally emotionally drained. We are both shot/drained as it were. Do others suffer with this or we just weak? We feel like we are swimming against the tide and getting nowhere or rather going backwards