This week has been significant in a good way. It has been one to write on the calendar – worthy of remembering. After 9 excruciating years, my husband has a shed. It may seem nothing to many but to us it is the final piece of a puzzle to starting a fresh. Putting a line under the crap that has gone before and a long with ‘The Pledge‘ put down roots and a routine to ground us on low spoon and emotional times.
My husband has always had access to a shed or workshop, to tinker, mend or create. It was his place to go to clear his thoughts, release emotions and relax. He is naturally creative and this was his outlet. Suddenly in one house move it was gone. Promises to have a replacement were broken and delayed. Mainly because of finances. Since he became my full-time carer it has been evident he needed a shed more than ever. Somewhere he could go to relax and to be himself rather than a husband or carer. He had tried other ways to have him time but there has always been a big issue in his mind the guilt of being a way from me and worry of what he will come home too. This means the hobby is counterproductive. Not sure why he doesn’t trust me to be alone (looking at the bruise collection on my legs and recalling the burnt saucepan from my attempts at booking eggs).
Chronic illness not only robs the sufferer/fighter of themselves and the lives they expected but does the same to those close around them. It is nasty like that. We are hoping the shed will give some of him back.
Just need to work out how to afford to do the work bench and other bits he needs to do stuff in there. But for now he can drink tea/beer in there and dream of his perfect space.
Already it has given him a much-needed boost and hope for the future.