What about The Carers ???
As I was getting dressed this morning my darling Angel Elaine wrapped her arms around me from the back and said "Not one of your better nights, or weeks actually" I knew then it has been a bad week, but what I didn't know, or remember, was how bad the previous night had been. I feel I should have done but I didn't see the usual dark shadows under her beautiful eyes and felt so sad I had missed this. Sometimes this is the worst part of it, most of the time I CANT remember what happened the night before, in fact, I remember very little and what I do, I share with you all.
Sometimes Elaine shares with me and I share with you but most of the time she doesn't, for fear of upsetting me. This is where the guilt comes in, I can see the tiredness in her eyes, I can hear how she yawns during the day and I can hear the weariness in her voice and yet ?? And yet she doesn't share all for fear of upsetting me ?? So many times I have wept in private after watching her in the evening and during her daily struggle with exhaustion but never once has she complained, not once.
I am writing this in the hope that those people who are not touched by dementia or have never become a carer, out of necessity, or choice, understand just a little better what carer`s go through. Yes, it's us with dementia who have the illness, But the carers? Please just stop and think about them for a while, please ????
Norrms, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As I was getting dressed this morning my darling Angel Elaine wrapped her arms around me from the back and said "Not one of your better nights, or weeks actually" I knew then it has been a bad week, but what I didn't know, or remember, was how bad the previous night had been. I feel I should have done but I didn't see the usual dark shadows under her beautiful eyes and felt so sad I had missed this. Sometimes this is the worst part of it, most of the time I CANT remember what happened the night before, in fact, I remember very little and what I do, I share with you all.
Sometimes Elaine shares with me and I share with you but most of the time she doesn't, for fear of upsetting me. This is where the guilt comes in, I can see the tiredness in her eyes, I can hear how she yawns during the day and I can hear the weariness in her voice and yet ?? And yet she doesn't share all for fear of upsetting me ?? So many times I have wept in private after watching her in the evening and during her daily struggle with exhaustion but never once has she complained, not once.
I am writing this in the hope that those people who are not touched by dementia or have never become a carer, out of necessity, or choice, understand just a little better what carer`s go through. Yes, it's us with dementia who have the illness, But the carers? Please just stop and think about them for a while, please ????
Norrms, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
