18/10/2025
Real feedback from Mrs S:
Admitting I needed help at home wasn’t easy, and sometimes, I still feel a little overwhelmed. But it gets easier.
For a long time, I was telling myself I was fine. I managed, mostly. I think I knew things were getting harder, like managing the shopping, the cleaning, and even remembering my medication seemed to all blur and muddle together.
I didn’t want to burden my family, and I was afraid that asking for care would mean losing my independence. I also remember how I have spent my life as a wife, a mother and a grandmother, and I was proud to have helped generations before learn to take care of themselves, and now I was struggling to do these things for myself.
What I didn’t realise about asking for help though, was that it would give me back my independence, and my will to live happily again.
After talking it through with my daughter, we decided to look into home care. We found a local service that really took the time to listen, and I really enjoyed that they wanted to know what mattered to me, not just what I needed help with.
Now, I have a small team of lovely carers who comes in once a day, seven days a week. They feel more like a friend though really, as we chat over a cup of tea while they helps
me with the things that used to wear me out, both physically and mentally.
The carers are kind, professional, and respectful, and I feel completely safe having them in my house.
The best part is I can stay in my own home, surrounded by everything familiar, and I feel far more like myself again.
If you’re hesitating like I was, please know this: asking for help doesn’t mean giving up your independence, as for me, it was the best way to keep it.
- thank you to Mrs S for sharing their perspective on care in their own home ❤️