I followed the discussion, in the chat room, on this subject this evening, but being a very slow one-finger typist, didn’t feel able to join in. So decided, with some trepidation, to share here.
I am consumed with guilt for having ‘put’ my wife into a CH. in the first place.
There are posts on here, from time to time, by those who are, or have been, able to keep their relative at home, even to the end. Whilst full of admiration for them, I also have to say that, being all too human, I feel upset that I am, by comparison, inadequate, and have failed in the care of my wife.
But much worse than all the rest, just lately, while visiting, (I am finding it hard to say this) I don’t recognise this slightly disheveled, not too clean, person as my wife. And then I am so ashamed and full of remorse, but the feeling is still there. Thankfully it’s not always like that, but it has happened. The dreadful thing is that her trust in me is absolute, and here I am with these awful thoughts.
On our outings we always stop at a garden centre for a cup of tea. For weeks now they have been decorated up for Christmas and this leads her to tell me how much she is looking forward to Christmas at home. That isn’t going to happen. I am developing a real hatred of Christmas.
It’s been nearly three years now and we are no more reconciled to the situation now than we were at the start. If anything it’s getting worse. I do not believe we will ever be able to accept the way it is. I put my feelings into the poem ’To slip quietly away’ just recently. It was all too accurate and I have to admit that nowadays I find myself too often wishing I could do just that.
I am consumed with guilt for having ‘put’ my wife into a CH. in the first place.
There are posts on here, from time to time, by those who are, or have been, able to keep their relative at home, even to the end. Whilst full of admiration for them, I also have to say that, being all too human, I feel upset that I am, by comparison, inadequate, and have failed in the care of my wife.
But much worse than all the rest, just lately, while visiting, (I am finding it hard to say this) I don’t recognise this slightly disheveled, not too clean, person as my wife. And then I am so ashamed and full of remorse, but the feeling is still there. Thankfully it’s not always like that, but it has happened. The dreadful thing is that her trust in me is absolute, and here I am with these awful thoughts.
On our outings we always stop at a garden centre for a cup of tea. For weeks now they have been decorated up for Christmas and this leads her to tell me how much she is looking forward to Christmas at home. That isn’t going to happen. I am developing a real hatred of Christmas.
It’s been nearly three years now and we are no more reconciled to the situation now than we were at the start. If anything it’s getting worse. I do not believe we will ever be able to accept the way it is. I put my feelings into the poem ’To slip quietly away’ just recently. It was all too accurate and I have to admit that nowadays I find myself too often wishing I could do just that.