I have never felt so out of my depth. I feel as though I am existing in some sort of science fiction film where nothing is what it seems. Or I am talking to someone (OH) and nothing they say back makes sense in respect of what I have said to them. Social Worker due shortly, OH still doesn't think we need any help, support, anything. You all know how I feel about life with my PWD. How can I say some of these brutal facts with him sat there listening and his dementia like the elephant in the room? Go into another room - and talk about him? That's the only answer, but it seems such bad manners and thoughtless. I know I am judging by my standards, and we should not do that, but .....I am just so uncomfortable about all this, and out of my depth.