I visited Truett alone today. That's always iffy because of his dementia issues. I think I found the appropriate time to visit: 10:30-11:00 a.m. on the weekends. Truett wasn't dressed because it was the weekend. Monday through Friday Truett would be dressed and at rehab of some sort.
We held hands for a long while, but then he wanted to play...play bite my fingers. "No! You cannot do that!" and I withdrew my hand.
"Take me home!" Truett said; and once again, I explained that his level of care was greater than I could give him at home. He doesn't understand it, though. I told him I had PTSD and he told me I was just lazy. Then we both laughed.
I told him it was Mother's Day and he kissed my fingertips, then he wanted to grope me. Finally, I said, "I've got to go to the grocery. Get your rest." And I left. A thirty minute visit was all I could take.
Sounds like he is revisiting his randy teenage days!!
Posted by: Mary Anne | May 13, 2013 at 07:22 PM