One of the sad things in life is how no-one sees you as you were - only as you are now. Once my husband who wore lovely clothes and always,always looked nice. We were a 'golden' couple.
Nowadays I pay 'buddies' to keep him company when I go horse-riding or to the gym. We tried the memory club but one thing he could remember was that he didn't like that!
Today I took him shopping for our holiday (his sister's coming too). First I have to sort out things that might suit. Get him to a changing room. Get him out of the clothes he's wearing and help him into the ones I want him to try. It all takes ages. I have to find a men's changing room where I can join him or he never emerges - just stands paralysed by indecision surrounded by clothes that are either half on or half off. I have discovered our local H&M have a disabled changing room so we have plenty of room to fumble around in. If something isn't right I can't leave him to go and find another size or he may follow me out half dressed. Anyway, partial success! We bought some trousers and t-shirts that looked OK. Back home we found the pack of pants from TK Max only had two pairs inside - someone had whipped the third pair. I should have looked more carefully but you stop worrying about these things when your partner has dementia. It's just a matter of getting on with things as best you can.
Tomorrow I'll tackle the packing
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