How friendly carers came to the rescue after the death of my wife

SINCE my lovely wife June passed away with the curse of cancer on Boxing Day of 2009, my life has been turned upside down.

My devoted wife can no longer help and care for me. You see, I am disabled. I cannot walk, have only one eye and my arms and hands are also deformed.

I live at home in my own bungalow and although I am disabled, I work from there as a freelance engineering design draughtsman.

How could I possibly survive, I asked myself. When my wife was alive, we did not need help. She was my arms, legs and eyes. We managed.

Somebody suggested that I could get help through Care In The Community. I contacted social services at the Notts County Council and through them, I was supplied carers through a care agency.

Having to be in the position where you need carers is daunting to say the least. Nobody wants carers, people who you do not know roaming around your home. The thought of some stranger washing me etc after a lifetime of independence, filled me with fear.

I need not have worried.

The carers are friendly, professional and caring. They do not get everything right every time but they mostly do and they try their best to make you feel at ease at all times.

Although I am 65 years old, I still work from home and all my needs are taken care of. Sometimes I go to the pub and have a drink with friends. What more could you possibly ask for?

Sometimes carers have to suffer all types of abuse from clients who do not understand that they need help. They may have dementia, which they cannot help, and sometimes cannot come to terms with needing help. Sometimes family members of the client’s are abusive too.

I wish all people would understand that most carers are pleased to offer their help and that they do this every day in all weathers on a very low wage, with little help with their petrol costs.

I know you sometimes see in the papers bad reports of bad carers but the vast majority of carers are caring, hard-working people who want to help others.


Dale Close, Hucknall.