My wife is compos mentis enough to make our bed, get to Sainsbury's every morning and keep the kitchen tidy but she just stops there. Once the daily shop is put away she sits down in front of the TV and absorbs junk programmes until dinner time.
I can't sit through the same TV showing the same things - the same way - repeating the same script - and the same jingles everyday so I go away into the back bedroom of our small flat and play on this computer.
I feel like a lodger in my own home. If I make an omelette for lunch I'll eat it in the kitchen because the TV is still on. She comes in and dries the washing up. Then she needs me to tell her where to put each item. She is like a 5 year old. I talk to her like I would to 5 year old.
When I forgot how childlike she is and allow myself to get irritated she gets worried I don't love her anymore. So I have to become the parent figure again, reassuring her that it's alright and that I do love her.
She is 73 years old and physically very well. I spite of a diet which consists solely of tomato soup, ice cream and co-codamol (she'll steal my prescription) the doctor can't find anything wrong with her apart from a diagnosis of mild dementia. But I can tell it's much worse than that and it's getting more worse week by week.
It's our 20th wedding anniversary on 21st June and I'm wondering what to celebrate.
I can't sit through the same TV showing the same things - the same way - repeating the same script - and the same jingles everyday so I go away into the back bedroom of our small flat and play on this computer.
I feel like a lodger in my own home. If I make an omelette for lunch I'll eat it in the kitchen because the TV is still on. She comes in and dries the washing up. Then she needs me to tell her where to put each item. She is like a 5 year old. I talk to her like I would to 5 year old.
When I forgot how childlike she is and allow myself to get irritated she gets worried I don't love her anymore. So I have to become the parent figure again, reassuring her that it's alright and that I do love her.
She is 73 years old and physically very well. I spite of a diet which consists solely of tomato soup, ice cream and co-codamol (she'll steal my prescription) the doctor can't find anything wrong with her apart from a diagnosis of mild dementia. But I can tell it's much worse than that and it's getting more worse week by week.
It's our 20th wedding anniversary on 21st June and I'm wondering what to celebrate.