Yes,
@maryjoan that really resonates, especially after the evening pantomime when I have to suffer a barrage of abuse (verbal - so far at least) and wimpish behaviour on a grand scale. It is so draining. And most evenings this happens. I seem to be the cause of all his woes but last night the carer’s inadequacies were also fed into the tirade - very upsetting as I thought she brightened his life up a bit - she is so bright and lovely. I started filming him ranting (amazingly he didn’t notice, so involved was he with his own woes, head is down and totally in his own world of persecution and misery). I watched it back - about 10 minutes. Think I may try doing this again and then take to doctor. He’s always so, so much better in front of doctor. I’m wondering whether some anti depressants might help. We’ve both always been so against them. But any port in a storm...
My dream is of having house to myself for a while - two weeks of respite would be grand. Time to relax, sleep (hopefully) and not have everything about him. But I fear it might only be worse - or at least feel worse - having to go back as before once he is here again. Does anyone have experience of this. Good or bad.