Can you believe it? One of my carers said that to me yesterday – me who can’t speak!
Bloomin’ cheek! 😂
That’s what our relationship is like. We have a great banter, all through grunts, looks and hand signals – you can imagine what sort sometimes! (I am my mother’s daughter after all!)
In retaliation I splashed her with water as she let me soak my hands. 😆
In the same week I’ve been called bossy and demanding!
I love how we have such a laugh. I’m so lucky with how fab they are. They literally keep me sane. And they know me so well, I rarely have to use my phone to speak now. Sue has a great relationship with them too, in fact she finds it quite therapeutic.
Mind you, in contrast I had a new carer the other night who didn’t speak to or acknowledge me once whilst she (& the other one, who did speak to me) undressed and washed me. I was quite offended by that. Others have spoken about me, across me, whilst not actually including me. I may not be able to speak or do anything for myself but I’m still all there mentally, and I’m very much still me.
Luckily, those are the exception to the rule. Give me insults and hassle any time!
[I’ve managed to pull a muscle in my “good” arm so am trying to reduce movement in it, including using my phone, so bear with me if you message me – sorry!]