Some progress seems to be made with OH's future.
He is currently in respite at a local wonderful care home - he seems not too fussed about when he 'comes home' though he has mentioned it.
Social services wanted to put him into sheltered housing in the largest town in the area some 18 miles away with no transport links to our village. This is a town he does not know at all, nor does he know anyone. I have no car, so would not be able to visit easily.
I am in despair.
So I start researching and discover a supported living home just 10 miles away in a small town we both know very well, having lived there. And there is a bus service to the village.
Yesterday, the manager had a phone consultation with the manager of the care home, and then suggested a 4 week trial stay at the sheltered living to see how OH fits in.
The two managers seem very capable and obviously experienced in this kind of transition, and for the first time in weeks, I was quite relaxed last night.
Until OH phoned me, and told me about what he was going to do when he came home.
Anguished night's sleep with all sorts going round in my head as to how to make him understand what is happening.
But he doesn't understand.
This morning, I tried to explain that we have to do what social services say and take their advice- and he just shrugged it off with an 'OK'.
So I am fraught, and worried, he is happy and unconcerned.
Will our two worlds ever collide again? I think not. So, this morning, I am just letting the world drift by and letting the managers work things between them.
He is currently in respite at a local wonderful care home - he seems not too fussed about when he 'comes home' though he has mentioned it.
Social services wanted to put him into sheltered housing in the largest town in the area some 18 miles away with no transport links to our village. This is a town he does not know at all, nor does he know anyone. I have no car, so would not be able to visit easily.
I am in despair.
So I start researching and discover a supported living home just 10 miles away in a small town we both know very well, having lived there. And there is a bus service to the village.
Yesterday, the manager had a phone consultation with the manager of the care home, and then suggested a 4 week trial stay at the sheltered living to see how OH fits in.
The two managers seem very capable and obviously experienced in this kind of transition, and for the first time in weeks, I was quite relaxed last night.
Until OH phoned me, and told me about what he was going to do when he came home.
Anguished night's sleep with all sorts going round in my head as to how to make him understand what is happening.
But he doesn't understand.
This morning, I tried to explain that we have to do what social services say and take their advice- and he just shrugged it off with an 'OK'.
So I am fraught, and worried, he is happy and unconcerned.
Will our two worlds ever collide again? I think not. So, this morning, I am just letting the world drift by and letting the managers work things between them.