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With Dementia Peter, it does sometimes leave our PWDs unaware of who we are. But that would happen whether they see us or not. There is nothing we can do when that happens. People can be visiting their loved ones every day but that doesn't make a difference. It tends to be the more recent memory that goes first.Something else I’ve thought of......depending how long this shut down goes on for, Bridget is going to really forget me. It’s bad enough when I go in every other day.
Yes I thought that living in the limbo land of Bridget being there and me here would become easier to manage. At least I saw her nearly every other day. Now, I suspect, she won’t know me when this all blows over and we’re allowed visiting again.Take care Peter.
I`m sure when your wife went into residential care you thought life couldn`t get any tougher.
Little did we know.
Thank you, Peter, that gives meaning and purpose to us all. with love, Kindred.Hello wife not carer. I really do feel for you, please believe me
I‘m home alone and have got bored with film I’ve been watching. How is any one of us going to get through this crisis when visiting is not allowed and slowly but surely we drift apart from our loved ones. My wife is a little lost soul now wandering the corridors and unable to communicate her thoughts.
I want to protect her so much. Take her in my arms and keep her safe but it’s only me now with those feelings. She sees me just as a good friend but by the time the crises is all over and we’re allowed visits she will have trouble even recognising me, I think.
how do we even start to say how we feel? I’ve lost my lifeline and the main part of my life. We’re lonely because our companionship has been torn apart by one of the cruelest diseases around.
im a bit afraid to sleep tonight in case I dream again of Bridget being normal and us being together.
I think the purpose we have is to try and support each other in all the ways we can think of and just open our hearts to one another. I’ve got past the stage where I hold things back. Life’s too short.
Hi PeterJust received some photos taken by the home. Bridget’s in the middle of two others outside in the garden sitting on a bench.
She looks so lost and cold. I want to look after her so much but I can’t. It’s the beginning of the 12 week lock down and I’m not sure if I can manage the wait till I see her again.
I know she lives in a different world now, not of her making but because I couldn’t cope anymore. I wish I could take her in my arms and say it’s all going to be alright.
Its such a long time and she doesn’t understand many things. I’m a good friend now but in 3 months I’ll be a stranger. She won’t know about the virus which is a good thing. And she doesn’t know that I cry for her nearly every day and that hurts like hell.
in some respects I wish I’d never seen her photo. Just had to talk to someone