The heartbreak of DEMENTIA

For Penny Hoskins, the man she married has been gradually fading out of her life for years

- FIONA KINLOCH

Sitting on the sofa of an evening, the noise of the TV is all that can be heard between my husband Paul, 61, and me. ‘Who’s that?’ he’ll ask at regular intervals, pointing at one of the characters on the screen and breaking the deafening silence between us. It will be a character I’ve explained to him several times already.

Suffering from a rare form of dementia, Paul has changed beyond all recognition and, though it’s been five years since his diagnosis, I’m still trying to come to terms with having lost my husband as I knew him.

After meeting in a pub in 1986, I fell for Paul almost immediately. He was fun, sociable and caring, not to mention the perfect gentleman. And, as we embarked on a relationship, we found we had much in common. We were both career-driven – I was training to be a nurse and Paul was a mechanic – and we both enjoyed travelling.

We married in April 1988, before welcoming our son Darren that August. And when our daughter Megan arrived in June 1990, our little family was complete. Paul was the most caring, hands-on dad and, though he was strict, he always remained calm and never shouted.