Why do I feel that my efforts are never good enough? Why am I so irritated by the "we'll be in touch soon, now mind you take care of yourself" attitude by Social Services, the GP's surgery, the chemist who denied they had John's repeat prescription, but had it all along?
Like GrandmaP, I too haven't posted on here for a while, because I didn't like the person I seem to have become. I found my normal sympathetic feelings towards others had dissipated, and kept thinking "well they haven't got anything major to cope with".
Then those that evidently have far more to cope with than I do, elicited feelings of such inadequacy in me, that I dislike myself so much. John has become more and more difficult, day after day, and after 10 years of caring, I'm so fed up with it all.
Two things have made this week so bad. The first was when John had his twice-weekly "carer" bath. I always take the opportunity to have an hour's sleep in my own bed. For the last 6 months I have slept on a 2 seater settee, because it's opposite the kitchen door, and when the light goes on, I can stop John doing nocturnal cooking.
When the carer left, John said he was going for a sleep. We went into his bedroom, to find the curtains half hanging down, and the pull cords entangled. I asked John what had happened. No, I shouted "what have you done" and John said "it was you!!".
I solved the problem by cutting the cords, but in the early hours I was woken by noise, next door in J's room (we live in a bungalow) and found him trying to climb on the computer chair, saying "I'm gonna fix the curtains".
I stopped him, took the chair in with me, and was then woken umpteen times in the night. Then last night, I went to bed, on the settee, at 10.30, as I was so tired. I'd just got myself comfortable when J started calling me.
It transpired we had a power cut, which lasted for 4 hours, so I had to take John to the toilet by torchlight, and then sleep on the floor by the front door, as the sensor wasn't working, due to the power cut.
And all I could feel was intense irritation, frustration, and a terrible sadness for what our lives have become. And I could strangle the people who say "Have a nice Easter!". All it means to me is 4 long difficult days, because the Day Centre will be shut.
Why can't I be more patient? Why am I such a failure? Why can't I be a better carer? Why am I such a pathetic whining moaner?
Like GrandmaP, I too haven't posted on here for a while, because I didn't like the person I seem to have become. I found my normal sympathetic feelings towards others had dissipated, and kept thinking "well they haven't got anything major to cope with".
Then those that evidently have far more to cope with than I do, elicited feelings of such inadequacy in me, that I dislike myself so much. John has become more and more difficult, day after day, and after 10 years of caring, I'm so fed up with it all.
Two things have made this week so bad. The first was when John had his twice-weekly "carer" bath. I always take the opportunity to have an hour's sleep in my own bed. For the last 6 months I have slept on a 2 seater settee, because it's opposite the kitchen door, and when the light goes on, I can stop John doing nocturnal cooking.
When the carer left, John said he was going for a sleep. We went into his bedroom, to find the curtains half hanging down, and the pull cords entangled. I asked John what had happened. No, I shouted "what have you done" and John said "it was you!!".
I solved the problem by cutting the cords, but in the early hours I was woken by noise, next door in J's room (we live in a bungalow) and found him trying to climb on the computer chair, saying "I'm gonna fix the curtains".
I stopped him, took the chair in with me, and was then woken umpteen times in the night. Then last night, I went to bed, on the settee, at 10.30, as I was so tired. I'd just got myself comfortable when J started calling me.
It transpired we had a power cut, which lasted for 4 hours, so I had to take John to the toilet by torchlight, and then sleep on the floor by the front door, as the sensor wasn't working, due to the power cut.
And all I could feel was intense irritation, frustration, and a terrible sadness for what our lives have become. And I could strangle the people who say "Have a nice Easter!". All it means to me is 4 long difficult days, because the Day Centre will be shut.
Why can't I be more patient? Why am I such a failure? Why can't I be a better carer? Why am I such a pathetic whining moaner?