Well here I am in my own little room with OH tucked up in bed In his room. My room now has a Yale lock on it and no handle. It was quite expensive but I’m hoping it will be worth it . Had the visit this afternoon and it WAS the mental health team who were very impressive. One talked to Harry whilst I talked to the other. Straightaway she said “You’re frightened“ and She was brilliant and brought out aspects of Hypersexuality which I hadn’t realised. The constant vigilance, the manoeuvring round, the “being careful” all the time Which she acknowledged was exhausting. She also explained that that is often the only thing on their mind which suddenly made sense of the constant asking. she said there might be a possibility of respite which so took me aback! I must pursue that. It was wonderful to talk to someone who really understood it. Interestingly when she went through the history she thought that there were signs in 2005. We start Mematine next week which may work and they will visit in a weeks time. May we all have a good night and thank you for listening!!
My DH also had a spell of Hypersexuality, roughly grabbing hold of my "bits" anytime day or night. This was very aggressive, not at all like the loving intimate relationship we had enjoyed for 50 years of married life and it caused me great upset. We had an appointment with his consultant. He did ask me if there were any problems and I, of course, with DH sitting beside me, said no. The following day at lunch time there was a knock at the door and there stood the consultant with one of the teams nurses. She began to talk to DH while He asked me to show him round our garden.
There He apologised profusely that he had seen the look on my face when he asked about problems and had a light bulb moment realising that he should always speak with the spouse/carer out of earshot of the PWD - and indeed he did thereafter. He gave me some hints and tips eg to tell DH that I was busy ATM but to go to the bedroom and I would join him shortly. Incredibly, this worked really well, as DH would trot off to the bedroom and invariably lie down and fall asleep! As DH's Dementia got worse this phase passed. He started to believe that I was either his, or even my Mother and consequently not an object of sexual desire.