I am not a carer

I am not a carer. I hate the term. I really hate the term. I suspect that I fulfil most people’s definition and expectation of what a carer is. I look after my husband. I make sure he has his meds on time. I make sure he always has food when he needs it, even if he doesn’t want it. I make sure he has clean clothes and a comfortable bed. When he needs it, I help him bathe. When he’s sick, I look after him. But I am not a carer. I do not do any of those things … Continue reading I am not a carer