So far I have to admit that my posts have been a little downbeat. Caring can be a tough road to follow sometimes, so it’s all too easy to get caught up in the negative stuff.
But caring can be a life-affirming road, too. So this month I’m starting an occasional series on the positive aspects of this carer’s life.
No. 1 Let’s Sweat The Small Stuff Read More
I’m not one for fancy hats or, even worse, fascinators. Surely the only fascinating thing about a fascinator is why you’d want to stick one on your head at such an awkward angle in the first place? I like a woolly hat in the winter, though: one pulled down over my ears when there’s a pesky little wind blowing in off the North Sea.
But as a carer, I’m getting used to wearing a lot of hats. Read More
Most carers want the best for their loved one; that goes without saying. But wanting the best for the person you care for, and knowing how to provide it, isn’t necessarily the same thing. Read More
It’s now more than four years since I moved back to Dad’s house to help look after him.
Wow. Time sure flies. If you’d told me at the beginning that I would still be a carer more than four years down the line, I would probably have dived under the duvet and refused to come out. Read More
It’s amazing how quickly a day can go pear-shaped, as what I’d hope to achieve evaporates in the face of unplanned events. It can happen to anyone, of course. The baby that keeps you up all night teething. The train that gets inexplicably cancelled. The colleague that calls in sick. The coffee cup that spills all over your white shirt just before you go into an important meeting (yes, that was me). We aren’t as in control of life as we’d like to think.
But disrupted plans and frustrated expectations seem to happen to me more as a carer than they ever did before. Read More
The first time my we left my father at a care home for a week of respite, I went home and cried.
Damn that respite guilt. Read More
At the latest meeting of our local Carers’ Support Group we were joined by a new member who is caring for someone with dementia. As we talked, it became clear that they were struggling. Some of their friends and neighbours had “disappeared” since the dementia diagnosis was made and didn’t visit or keep in touch anymore. The person admitted that they felt lonely.
Fortunately, I have great support and loneliness is not an issue for me. Nevertheless, the person’s comments struck a chord. Read More
I spend a lot of time with Dad just sitting. Sometimes I’ll be reading out stories from the newspaper or a magazine. Sometimes we’ll be watching a TV programme together. Sometimes I’ll just be keeping him company while he rests or has a wee snooze. Read More