It's reassuring to read all these posts and see that we're all in similar situations - the really sad thing is that our beautiful relationships with our loved ones have to have this horrible end where we are bad tempered, frustrated, resentful, etc. And the personality of our loved one changes to that of a person we barely recognise. As someone said in one of the posts you could never have imagined that this was how your life was going to be. I try to remember the person he was, it gets more hazy, I would give anything just to have a couple of hours with the man that he used to be, to have the conversations that we used to have with the intelligent, caring person that he was. Now it's like looking after a self centred child who can't do anything for themselves and who thinks the world resolves around them and their needs!! When he's in chatty mood I have to listen to all the rambling nonsense, I simply can't understand what he's trying to say. He doesn't understand anything I'm trying to tell him - so I've stop telling him things because what's the point.
Finally gave in and put him back in old pair. He has dementia but it's me that's being driven mad!!! Good idea will sew them up as bought 2 pair.Can you sew the fly up - obviously not whilst he is wearing them.
I try to find clothes that are more in keeping with my husband's condition but he also goes back to wearing what he's used to. It's hard work and you're only trying to do what is best for them. At the moment I'm taking a break from trying to find his electric razor which has suddenly disappeared.OMG how can a new pair of pyjamas be so stressful!! Put new pj's on the OH tonight and he's taken them off 3 times now.
I'm there!!! bottle washing and general duties? BRING IT ON!!!Feeling tearful ...you all know the score so I won’t bore you with details, and will get straight to a different point...
Have been wondering re the feasibility of renting a whole youth hostel, or some such, for a group of us people living with and caring for someone with dementia., together with our loved ones. The idea being
We would get to stay in a nice place
We wouldn’t have to worry re what other guests might think ( there wouldn’t be any)
We could cook according to any and every need
We would have each other’s company and support
Some of the carers could go out for a walk or whatever whilst the rest stayed with the PWD, doing whatever is possible at base, then swop over another day
Etc
A kind of very short term community living scheme,
Am aware that some PWD might find the whole thing too disorientating and confusing, esp if their carer was not immediately available...
What does anyone think?
I know what you mean Linton, I used to love buying new makeup & clothes, I’ve just lost the inclination nowadays and it’s a case of doing the bare minimum so as not to frighten children if we have to go out! and your hubby is further down the line than mine, so god knows what I’ll look like by then.xxIt takes me nearly an hour to get my OH dressed in a morning.. (4.am)..including all his incontinence stuff.. by then I usually grab anything for me to wear... as he's wandering off and ready for a cup of tea... Only later in the day when someone calls with shopping or something do I notice what I look like... Someone who has been rough sleeping.. Including hair which I ptobably haven't brushed.. Make up a thing of the past...
Hmmm strange isn’t it how they look so much better than we doThink I frightened myself getting a glimpse of an unfamiliar woman In the mirror.. Years older than me.. Good job going out is a fare treat.. My OH though always looks neat and tidy....!!!!!
My husband can still use his electric razor but I wouldn't go so far as to call it having a shave, just shows the razor to his face. That's when we can find his razor. It took me half an hour this morning to find where he'd left it.My OH still manages a shave (no wash though) trouble is he keeps leaving the bathroom mirror on the magnifying side, frighten myself to death, until I realise! xx
It takes me nearly an hour to get my OH dressed in a morning.. (4.am)..including all his incontinence stuff.. by then I usually grab anything for me to wear... as he's wandering off and ready for a cup of tea... Only later in the day when someone calls with shopping or something do I notice what I look like... Someone who has been rough sleeping.. Including hair which I ptobably haven't brushed.. Make up a thing of the past...