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The Carer Mentality
This post is something that I’ve been wanting to write for a long time now, and until today, haven’t felt that I, a: had the words to do it justice, and b: could actually face writing it.
So, I’m hoping that today is the day when I can really write it, with the appropriate amount of feeling, to accurately say what I want to say.
A DIFFICULT TOPIC
This is a hard topic for me. I became a carer for my friend when I was seventeen. In October 2017, she passed away. I was 32. So, I had been caring for her for fifteen years.
Carers are often in the news, and people say that they should be applauded, but I don’t honestly think that anyone who hasn’t been a carer can truly grasp what it’s like.
As a carer, your needs always come last, to the needs of the person that you’re caring for. You could have a really bad headache, or feel so tired that you’re dead on your feet, and yet, whereas any other person would just say that they were going to bed; as a carer, you can’t do this, because the person relying on you needs help.
THERE ARE VARYING LEVELS
Obviously, there are varying levels of being a carer. My sister had both physical, and mental health issues, and if I’m being honest…
