Please read my stories with an open mind and heart. I write these stories as entertainment and to record my stories as a carer not to blame or offend anyone.
Today has been a good day so far. He has been calm and kind, rather silent. I am exhausted. It must be the stress, the changing season, Advent … God know. I just wish I could sleep some … I have 3.5 weeks to go. I wonder how to find what is nice about this job in the mist of the stress of dementia fits, the emotional tiredness, and the physical exhaustion of working 13 hours a day.
On a level, it is a privilege to support another human being who is limited in caring for him/herself. At the same time when this person often displays challenging behaviour it makes it very hard to remember why I am doing this job in the first place. Naturally, the main reason is income but for me it is double edged. I am studying at the moment at university and apart from the fact that I need to pay for my schooling, I also need the time to study for it. This job seemed flexible enough to do both.
I get along with old people very well. I hoped to gain more experience in working with them and use it in my future profession.
Mr.J. was particularly funny, relaxed and sort of kind. He pottered all day on his own.