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Jane
- Jul 29, 2019
A story about patience and time
29.7.19. It’s evening again. Mum took herself to bed wearing all her clothes. I wake her up a couple of hours later to go pish, wash herself and put cream on her happy rash . She sits on the bed I direct her: Take your pants off. Off? Yes take them off. On? No, off. Take your pants off, I repeat She looks at me with very confused eyes. I realise that I can also sit down and write while I wait for her to complete each task. Otherwise I can lose it and feel pressured that time
Jane
- Jul 28, 2019
I snap
28.7.19. OMG it’s getting hard. I find I have little patience at midnight when mum gets her second wind. I am too tired to instruct her how to wash herself on the bidet, how to dry herself and put cream on her happy rash. And I forget to speak softly and calmly. I can feel the tension rising in my chest and tonight for the first time I feel so angry when she doesn’t understand when I tell her to get back into bed. I snap ‘That is a silly question!’ when she asks ‘How to go to