The Stranger in Her House

by John Marrs

I can’t deny that yes, it’s exactly how I feel. Unseen and unnoticed.

‘As a carer, there are times when I feel invisible to the world,’ I explain. ‘It’s not a nine-to-five job, there are no holidays, there’s rarely any support and never any thanks. You just get on with it because that person you’re caring for is wholly reliant on you and you don’t want to let them down.’

If anything, it makes me selfless because I’m not bringing a child into this world who isn’t one hundred per cent wanted. Over the years I’ve re-examined my decision, especially since I’m now approaching an age when I won’t be able to change my mind. But I’m still of the same opinion.