That is so true. I worked for a children’s charity for 20 years, but still I had no real idea what being a carer really meant. It was only when my husband came out of hospital very confused and delusional, something I had never experienced in my life, that caring for him hit me like an intercity express train. We now know he has Alzheimer’s, he is incontinent, can’t put on or take off his pads, and it is like looking after a child. The only difference is that I had more control over my children, and I knew they would grow up. If they had a tantrum I could send them to their bedroom!
Being a full time carer for someone that you love so desperately but who isn’t the person you married and thought you would grow old gracefully with, is so hard and I just feel that I’m not me anymore, nor will I ever be again if things stay as they are. My life is only going to get harder, but for it to get better then I have to lose him.
Whatever.... I lose, because I would rather keep him with me for as long as I can.