I find at times, my husband would respond like a child, demanding and so very self absorbed. I understand he couldn’t help it, it was part of his illness. But that did not give me permission to not take care of myself or my needs, I had to be responsible for my own sanity and well being. It was like dealing with a child. In a kind way, I had to take care of myself. I had to accept that my husband was changing into a different person, one who didn’t think of me. Illness can wrap some people up. Now that we have moved back into the city, he has more contact with other people, more activity’s through associations that provide support. I learned to accept his childlike behaviour, at times, and still act as the adult, responsible for my life, and my well being. Every day I have to think, how is my caring today going to affect me? Did I set aside time to do something that lifts me, aside from sleep! This year, I finally got to my own medical appointments and I’m making time to see friends. I’m more tired but it’s worth it. Taking care of myself was and is the hardest part for me. I had to be trained by regularly speaking with a Carers support group and counsler and I’ve gotten much better than I use to be. I can now see the forest from the trees. Getting regular support made a huge difference as I learned to Let Go in a healthy and appropriate way. Wishing you a day of peace and self care.

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