Caring

I started caring back in the 80’s for my mum, she died in 1986. I was not to start again until 1990 and I have been doing it ever since. It has totally become part of who and what I am.

We are not talking about the very wonderful but paid, care workers here but an unpaid Carer of a loved one or friend.

One of the problems with caring is that one loses one’s identity, life becomes about caring for everyone else and the time is too short to devote much serious consideration to the self