This post is an update from last night’s –Whatever Next? – when Maureen told me she was waiting for her husband to come and take her home:
It didn’t take me long to settle her and to be seen as her husband again. Just by chance I came downstairs singing a Bing Crosby song that her dad used to sing to her, and that did the trick. Suddenly Maureen remembered who I was and was happy to go to bed. She told me she was glad I was back as she had been wondering where I’d go to. Subconsciously I was working to the mantra of Paul Martin, my Counsellor, who has schooled me on how to ‘minimise distress’. His tapping on the shoulder technique has worked wonders on many occasions.
I was referred to Paul by my G P. He works at Clee Medical Centre on Wednesday’s. He has his own Practice for the rest of the week. Paul has helped me to ‘think my way out of depression’. Without his help I may well have been on medication for life – the prescription of a Psychiatrist.
When I happened to mention to Paul that Maureen had dementia I didn’t believe my luck. His initial experience had been as a Mental Health Nurse working with patients who had dementia.
Last year during one of our sessions Paul asked me if I’d ever considered blogging. I looked into his suggestion, and with the support of various people put my toe into the water. His suggestion has been transformative, as blogging has become a cathartic pursuit. I’m amazed at the number of people from all around the world who continue to support us on this journey. How fortunate I am that Paul Martin is on the staff of Clee Medical Centre.
I was also in touch with the Alzheimer’s Care Resource Centre in my hour of need. They provided prompt advice to; stay calm and accept her reality. Blogging and the Internet are such helpful resources as we travel on this journey.