I have to get up two hours early to go to the bathroom, get dressed, clean everything up, and then allow time for my boyfriend to get ready as well.
Needless-to-say we were quite exhausted, but we made it work.
I was heading down to Atlanta to join my whole family for the Christmas holidays and the question arose as to whether I was going to bring a caregiver with me in addition to my boyfriend or just attempt to fly solo with him taking care of me.
I love him so much, but I wanted to make sure that I did not blur the lines with respect to having my loved one become a caregiver because I firmly believed it would change the nature of our relationship.
I must admit I pushed this day off as long as I could for a multitude of reasons.
It took me a year before I even let him into the spinal cord injury aspects of my life with respect to getting dressed, bowel program, catheter care, showering, etc.
I wanted to keep the romance alive because I never thought there were men out there that would want to or be willing to dive into certain aspects of my caregiving.
Well, the time finally arrived this Christmas where I had to make a decision.
I’m sure this stems from my early years of prancing around the world, dating men, and then deciding to leave the country to embark on another adventure if the relationship did not work out.
I would have to say this is my first real relationship and I’m already in my 30’s.
For example, I have a certain way of getting on my pants, which has worked for me for seven years, but he has another way that he thinks works better.
It seems silly I know, but it did create some tension until I came to the realization that if he gets my pants on, what does it matter how he gets them on?
There are so many things that need to go into getting me ready in the morning and before bed that I need to make time allowances that most people do not think about.