My OH who has in the words of our GP advanced Alzheimer’s is going into residential care tomorrow.
I tried last August but I only lasted 3 and a half weeks before he came home as we were both miserable. At that point he was still active and engaged, he just didn’t sleep and incontinence was starting. We also had some aggression during the night.
I don’t regret bringing him home, we have had 9 more months together, 5 or 6 still manageable but progressively worsening. For the past 3 or 4 months I’ve really been struggling to cope. My dad passed away at the end of March and I’ve been on the sick from work since.
My OH has been refusing to go to the day centre, walking the dogs, not eating. All the reasons I brought him home so he could still enjoy doing them. If it was just the lack of sleep I would manage but I don’t have a life of my own anymore. I even tried antidepressants but they just make me more tired.
I’ve found a lovely care home (with no top up fee yay) and he’s going tomorrow afternoon. I know it’s the right thing for him but I know what it will be like after last year and I’m not looking forward to it. We’ve been married 43 years in September and I feel like I’m sending him away so I can have a life. I’m trying to tell myself it’s his Alzheimer’s that’s taking him away from me but it’s so unbearable.
I will have to put my big girl pants on and do what I know is right for him. Even though it’s breaking my heart. There’s no going back on my decision this time,
It’s so sad to think this is the last night we will ever sleep under the same roof I can’t imagine ever feeling happy again.
I tried last August but I only lasted 3 and a half weeks before he came home as we were both miserable. At that point he was still active and engaged, he just didn’t sleep and incontinence was starting. We also had some aggression during the night.
I don’t regret bringing him home, we have had 9 more months together, 5 or 6 still manageable but progressively worsening. For the past 3 or 4 months I’ve really been struggling to cope. My dad passed away at the end of March and I’ve been on the sick from work since.
My OH has been refusing to go to the day centre, walking the dogs, not eating. All the reasons I brought him home so he could still enjoy doing them. If it was just the lack of sleep I would manage but I don’t have a life of my own anymore. I even tried antidepressants but they just make me more tired.
I’ve found a lovely care home (with no top up fee yay) and he’s going tomorrow afternoon. I know it’s the right thing for him but I know what it will be like after last year and I’m not looking forward to it. We’ve been married 43 years in September and I feel like I’m sending him away so I can have a life. I’m trying to tell myself it’s his Alzheimer’s that’s taking him away from me but it’s so unbearable.
I will have to put my big girl pants on and do what I know is right for him. Even though it’s breaking my heart. There’s no going back on my decision this time,
It’s so sad to think this is the last night we will ever sleep under the same roof I can’t imagine ever feeling happy again.