- The cost was very high.
- Each caregiver had their own way of doing things.
- I had to adapt to other people’s routines in my own home.
- Every change meant starting from scratch.
I realized something key:
I didn’t need someone to live for me… but he could not afford that system either.
Fourth option: the nursing home
I finally agreed to try a residential center. Clean, tidy, with medical staff and meals included.
But within a few days I felt trapped.
Strict schedules, other people’s decisions, permits to go out, lights off at a certain time.
He wasn’t sick. He was thinking clearly. He walked alone.
And yet, they treated me as if I could no longer decide.
After three weeks I understood that I would rather struggle with my limits than live without freedom.
The Unexpected Discovery: The Community
Back home, not knowing what to do, something changed unexpectedly.
I met a young neighbor who was overwhelmed with work and her young daughter.
I offered to help. I began to accompany the girl from school.
She gave me drawings. His mother left me food. His family helped me with household things.
Without planning it, something powerful was created: exchange, support, meaning.