Being a carer is certainly not easy. To-day my 78 year old partner is driving me crazy, and I`m sorry to say that patience has never been one of my virtues. My poor old tongue is sore from me having to bite it so many times and I have had to sit on my hands to stop myself from giving him a hearty slap! I look at him and he is the same man I first knew so many years ago, but then he says something or does something and he becomes an alien who I don`t recognise or understand.
There is no doubt that there are some days which are better than others and I am lulled into believing there is little wrong and think that may be the dementia diagnosis was wrong and his lapses of memory and moments of confusion are purely age related! Then the balloon of belief goes bang and reality hits home, and I could scream. I will be honest, there are days when I do not like him and could readily pack my bags and wave good bye, but I don`t because there is nobody else to care (there`s that little word again!) and ensure that he is fed, watered and given his medication!
So to-day he is testing my levels of tolerance and understanding to their utmost limits and I am so glad to have this forum in which to vent my frustration. Bless you all for being here.
There is no doubt that there are some days which are better than others and I am lulled into believing there is little wrong and think that may be the dementia diagnosis was wrong and his lapses of memory and moments of confusion are purely age related! Then the balloon of belief goes bang and reality hits home, and I could scream. I will be honest, there are days when I do not like him and could readily pack my bags and wave good bye, but I don`t because there is nobody else to care (there`s that little word again!) and ensure that he is fed, watered and given his medication!
So to-day he is testing my levels of tolerance and understanding to their utmost limits and I am so glad to have this forum in which to vent my frustration. Bless you all for being here.