I put my husband to bed at 9 PM. I sleep in another room. I woke up at 4:30 and saw his door closed. I never close his door. I found him in the closet wearing 3 of my nightgown, one on top of the other. I almost passed out from shock. This is a first. He was talking about sex earlier in the day and did take my nightgown out, but I distracted him. He is 84 and seems to be going downhill. Anyone have any idea what this is all about?
I also found her on the floor a couple of times, where I would lay when she slept on the love seat to watch TV. Hugs and kisses helped to stop those activities.
A couple of times she would snuggle up behind me enough to force me out of my side of the bed. I would have to get up and go around the then get in on her side and snuggle up behind her. She slept very well like this.
I took it all in stride and cherish the memories.
lots of hugs to you.
Let him know he is still loved by you... and you care about him..
If you want to dance, then dance. Tell him you still love him and are in love.
Get your orders in check, lawyers, financial advisors and doctors.. Get your family on board, take it day by day, hour by hour...
I was going to say have fun, it's harmless.. but then you are dealing with dementia, and brain issues.. these are on a brain by brain basis... No telling what a person is thinking or dreaming...
Of course I can't possibly know, but I should think this has everything to do with confused signals and memories in his brain and absolutely nothing to do with his being a secret cross-dresser.
That he had put on three, one on top of the other, shows that he was not methodically carrying out some sort of fantasy-related private activity. I'm only guessing, but my guess would be that this is about missing intimacy with you. Would that make any sense, do you think?
How did you handle it? Is he back in bed now?
and he kept coming and hugging me and stuff like that. I did get him back to bed. But today we had to go to lawyer to sign wills and he couldnt write his name. He could do it a couple of weeks ago. He couldnt even do his initials, we had to coach him to print his name. This is getting tougher each day. I could barely breath when I walked in closet....so shocked. He was just very confused. What a lousy way to end a life.