Married to Alzheimer's by Steph Booth

Author:Steph Booth
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781473555402
Publisher: Ebury Publishing

However, the drugs could not help with or soothe everything. One morning, Tony had come into my work room to chat and question me, once again, about what I intended to do with my time while he was in respite care. Eventually, as I had things to do, I suggested to him that he should have a shower and get dressed. He left begrudgingly. While I fired up the computer, I had my back to the door and didn’t hear Tony re-enter the room. He came up behind me and smacked me hard around the back of my head. I hadn’t seen or heard him approach, and he caught me entirely by surprise. The force of the blow hurt my eyes and I bit my tongue hard. There was blood pouring out of my mouth, but more than anything I was completely shocked.

I sat there for a moment and by the time I’d stood up, Tony had locked himself in the bathroom and was shouting at me through the door that he hadn’t hit me. He wouldn’t let me in the bathroom, so I couldn’t get a towel for my face and I had to rummage about in the dirty washing basket for a relatively clean T-shirt to mop up the blood. Tony’s incessant and repetitive questions and ridiculous accusations were one thing, but now things really had gone too far and I could not and did not want to cope with Tony’s behaviour anymore. I phoned the doctors’ surgery, who told me to come in immediately. Listening to me as I explained what had happened, my GP suggested that, for my own safety, Tony would have to be sectioned. I was upset, but knew there was no other option. I had done everything I could to look after Tony and yet it had still come to this.

After the doctor had checked me over and given me a prescription for my sore tongue and aching head, I went home. She wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but I knew Tony’s behaviour patterns. I knew that after the storm of fury, he would be subdued and wanting everything to be all right again. I kept a low profile until the late afternoon, when the doctor arrived with a policeman and a consultant psychiatrist. As soon as Tony realised who they were and the purpose of their visit, his anger and lack of self-control immediately bubbled over again. He began to try to make them leave the house, displaying exactly the behaviour they were concerned about. He would not co-operate when the doctor tried to talk to him or ask him questions. I was asked to go and pack a small bag for Tony whilst the others attempted to calm him and deal with his rage. I cannot remember how he was persuaded to leave the house, but I seem to remember he trusted the policeman more than the doctors and agreed to go with him in his car to the hospital.

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