John has been in a Care Home since february of this year and I am STILL COMING TO TERMS WITH IT. There appears no end in view to the feelings of loss and extreme anxiety, verging on panic.
He is still only 66 and although he now looks much older than his years, he looks, feels and is out of place in the CH. They have no other younger residents and although at first he did 'make an effort' to join in a bit, he now spends all his days in his room. I and the CH have tried to get him involved but he is disdainful of "those old ladies' and he is paranoid about one of the male residents who shouts a lot.
The reason I had to put him into the CH was that he was totally 'non-compliant' with just about anything I wanted or needed to do.He is still totally non compliant in the CH and even they find him 'difficult'. I fought against Council restrictions to get him back into his Day Centre to see if they could engage him, but he was so non-compliant that they asked me to stop bringing him!
I had moved house to be closer to my family, hoping that would help me keep him at home for longer, but obviously that didn't work.
Now my feelings of loss are crippling and the anxiety eats away at me. My old home was in London, so having left that whole way of life behind to move up north, has obviously left me with a void where everything I once built my whole life around has gone. Having settled in to my new 'home' with John, now that he's gone it just doesn't feel like home and I don't feel settled at all. I feel stateless -somehow - in some kind of limbo, cut off from all my old life, my confidence has plummeted and I'm finding it hard to start a 'new life' on my own, I feel so afraid all the time.
Of course I'm not on my own. I have sisters and extended family living very close and my son and his family are not far away. They are all so good to me -I'm so lucky it makes me feel ungrateful for all I have. Neither do I want to return to London, without John it would be as soulless as here.
My GP says my anxiety is a relatively common form of grief, except John is still here. Every new deterioration and loss of faculty he gets frightens me even more.
I don't know if this is the correct forum for such baring of the soul. I don't want to frighten or upset any of you who are somewhere on this journey of ours. If anyone has experience of 'coming out the other side' I would be grateful to hear from you.
Regards Jackie
He is still only 66 and although he now looks much older than his years, he looks, feels and is out of place in the CH. They have no other younger residents and although at first he did 'make an effort' to join in a bit, he now spends all his days in his room. I and the CH have tried to get him involved but he is disdainful of "those old ladies' and he is paranoid about one of the male residents who shouts a lot.
The reason I had to put him into the CH was that he was totally 'non-compliant' with just about anything I wanted or needed to do.He is still totally non compliant in the CH and even they find him 'difficult'. I fought against Council restrictions to get him back into his Day Centre to see if they could engage him, but he was so non-compliant that they asked me to stop bringing him!
I had moved house to be closer to my family, hoping that would help me keep him at home for longer, but obviously that didn't work.
Now my feelings of loss are crippling and the anxiety eats away at me. My old home was in London, so having left that whole way of life behind to move up north, has obviously left me with a void where everything I once built my whole life around has gone. Having settled in to my new 'home' with John, now that he's gone it just doesn't feel like home and I don't feel settled at all. I feel stateless -somehow - in some kind of limbo, cut off from all my old life, my confidence has plummeted and I'm finding it hard to start a 'new life' on my own, I feel so afraid all the time.
Of course I'm not on my own. I have sisters and extended family living very close and my son and his family are not far away. They are all so good to me -I'm so lucky it makes me feel ungrateful for all I have. Neither do I want to return to London, without John it would be as soulless as here.
My GP says my anxiety is a relatively common form of grief, except John is still here. Every new deterioration and loss of faculty he gets frightens me even more.
I don't know if this is the correct forum for such baring of the soul. I don't want to frighten or upset any of you who are somewhere on this journey of ours. If anyone has experience of 'coming out the other side' I would be grateful to hear from you.
Regards Jackie