I'm a fool, a complete fool.
I thought that getting old meant less work to do, maybe even to be able to take it easy.
But today I got a good confrontation with the truth of old age.
Mister woke me up at 6.15.
He was kind of disoriented and agitated.
In his sleep he'd pushed the button of the Cpap (a breathing assistance machine) and I expect he got a severe apneu, resulting in more than a lack of oxygen.
So first I had to calm him down and get him on both feet with his psyche again.
And after he'd gone to work I had an enormous pile of laundry.
He wants to sleep between 2 duvets and I had them both in the laundry plus his nightwear.
I hope he won't have the same problems next night.
Maybe the problem is due to the medication he takes.
So I'll review the list tomorrow.
Again I had to put the plans for today aside.
And again I had not a moment for myself.
Life is become more of a burden each week.
It's all work and struggling with my health, and when I have to be the caregiver for yet another person....
Here you'll find impressions of my life as a mother of a few children with autism spectrum disorder and a person with heartfailure, some critical reviews of what going on in the world, including medical issues and political subjects. And everything else that keeps me busy.
I'm very honest about my experiences with autism, because only that way I can show how much of a struggle daily life with autism can be.
A series of posts
about lack of knowledge,
lack of concensus between disciplines
and the need for a formal diagnosis
with a psychiatric label
to get support for a unique individual
autism and (no) school.
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