To a man suffering from a terrible illness (SEP). He has severe mobility limitations. When I met him, I only saw his eyes, his angelic soul.
We’ve been together for three years, and her illness has taken everything from me, leaving me completely isolated, complicating my relationships with men, because since I’m not sexually fulfilled, I inevitably project something without even realizing it…
We got married and I promised that I would be there until her last breath. I know that I am in the right place with the right person.
But I'm afraid I won't be up to it.
So many trips to the hospital, no social life at all, the judgment in people's eyes who keep telling me that I'm sacrificing myself, the loneliness that the illness imposes.
And then, above all, the medical takeovers, the Sword of Damocles of forced placement, the medico-social network that infantilizes us…
My question:
Will I be up to the task of keeping him at home for as long as possible?
I sometimes lack patience because I'm afraid.
But I know I will never abandon him.
And certainly not for another man.
Please take the time if you have it.
I no longer know what to think in this solitude.