Good morning everybody. Two years ago, my husband's son drove all the way up from South Devon to take us to his home for 5 night's break. Not only was my husband anxious during the day, the nights were horrendous as he was so disorientated, wanting to go home and I was terrified he might fall down very steep, uncarpeted stairs. Sadly, he didn't recognise his son or daughter-in-law.
Two of our grandchildren are getting married this year, but I have declined their invites as I know he would be very un-happy with lots of people and noise.
We do attend a fortnightly dementia group and weekly singing sessions which he appears to enjoy, but if we visit friends for coffee he always wants to leave after half an hour or so. Having been a 'club' man all his life, he is remarkably unsocial with individuals. On reflection, I realise he has always been a person who has gone along with ideas as long as it suited him, but then would dig his heels in and not budge. I think this has probably just exacerbated with this dreadful illness.
This week I took him to a local Care Home just to see if he would be agreeable to Day Care occasionally, but he refused saying I want to get rid of him to find somebody else. Poor man, he is quite frightened and cannot understand what is happening to him. He just wants the status quo of the two of us together.