Wednesday, January 20, 2010
What is Normal to a Caregiver is Not Normal to Others
As much as this home has become my prison and caregiving my jailer (getting honest here folks, has to be that way), this is also where I feel secure. It is difficult to just sit and do nothing somewhere, to not feed someone, change them, listen to them whine and so on. Even though there is desperate need to go away at times and have what others call normal take place for awhile, I can't really relax and enjoy it. I don't know how I will begin again and adapt to what others call normal once mom has left us.