Being assessed for a week's respite...
The Care Home assessor came, a sweet little person carrying a clipboard. I had specifically said Please, no clipboards or he'll freak out.
For all that hubs can be terribly confused and frantically anxious, he is also able to pick up clues and be surprisingly tuned in to things we think he'd be better not knowing...So, a week's respite in a Care Home needs to be introduced with GREAT CARE, and I'd devised a cover story not far from the truth. "I need a few nights probably in hospital, for some tests regarding my very bad cough, and as no family member can come and stay with him we all think he should have a little holiday, and there's a nice place very like a hotel where kind people will understand if he forgets a few things".
This is a man so anxious that he constantly sticks so close to me that I'm becoming used to going to the loo with an audience. But for the assessor, he put on a truly Oscar winning performance of an amusing, slightly confused old gentleman very well able to cope. She was impressed, I think. Half an hour after she left he was in tears, begging me to help him die, as he cant stand any more. But he finally agreed to leave it until after dinner....by which time he'd forgotten.
Most of the family think he doesn't know what's going on and it won't be a problem taking him for respite. I know better.
The strongest card in my pack is that he is mostly, but not always, aware of who I am, and that he needs me to be well enough to help him. So, for that reason, looking after my health might just persuade him to agree to his " little holiday".
I hope we don't see any more clip boards.
The Care Home assessor came, a sweet little person carrying a clipboard. I had specifically said Please, no clipboards or he'll freak out.
For all that hubs can be terribly confused and frantically anxious, he is also able to pick up clues and be surprisingly tuned in to things we think he'd be better not knowing...So, a week's respite in a Care Home needs to be introduced with GREAT CARE, and I'd devised a cover story not far from the truth. "I need a few nights probably in hospital, for some tests regarding my very bad cough, and as no family member can come and stay with him we all think he should have a little holiday, and there's a nice place very like a hotel where kind people will understand if he forgets a few things".
This is a man so anxious that he constantly sticks so close to me that I'm becoming used to going to the loo with an audience. But for the assessor, he put on a truly Oscar winning performance of an amusing, slightly confused old gentleman very well able to cope. She was impressed, I think. Half an hour after she left he was in tears, begging me to help him die, as he cant stand any more. But he finally agreed to leave it until after dinner....by which time he'd forgotten.
Most of the family think he doesn't know what's going on and it won't be a problem taking him for respite. I know better.
The strongest card in my pack is that he is mostly, but not always, aware of who I am, and that he needs me to be well enough to help him. So, for that reason, looking after my health might just persuade him to agree to his " little holiday".
I hope we don't see any more clip boards.
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