I think we can all agree that carers (paid and unpaid) do an amazing job and allow people to continue to function when in need. But it’s not all a bed of roses!

One could write a novel on care work and it’s issues so this is just a snapshot of how today has gone so far!

I honestly wish I had a Tshirt with a disclaimer on saying that ‘today I am being cared for. I hereby disclaim any responsibility for things and standards that are important to me as apparently they are not important and I am having to do things the way my carer wants!’.

This is obviously a snapshot of a day in the life of a functioning 32 year old with a brain injury but still a valuable observation.

Why when you are cared does one quite often have to compromise and lower ones personal standards. Why do you have to walk on eggshells around your carer. Why do you have to put up with huffing and puffing, horribleness and being made to feel like a nuisance.

How often do I hear that I am so lucky to be cared for! I’m not sure I would use the word ‘lucky’ but I can understand what people mean. To be perfectly honest swimming with great white sharks seems more appealing at times but one has to make the best of a situation. 

  
The care roles have been reversed at times and I find myself falling into all the same traps. Its a trying thing to do but everyone will need caring for at some point. The old concept of treat others how you wish to be treated is a key caring mantra.

Caring is a tough job but being cared for is often a lot more difficult. There’s always two sides to every story.

Now to turn that frown upside down and carry on…….