It's bloody freezing here in Sydney. More so if you're inside our house. And I mean that in the literal sense (not being clever about being frozen out of J's thoughts while he's down).
It's had a weirdly positive effect on us. I know you're going to think we're a bunch of hippies when I tell you this, but we all sleep in the same bed. There are enough beds for everyone, it's just that we prefer to be together - or at least until one adult gets a toddler kick in the head too many. And then the adult simply shifts to the single bed at the foot of the big bed, in the same room.
Cosy isn't it? Or certainly in winter it is. We don't have heating, just a lot of doonas and body warmth. It's always like one big camp out around here.
And it kind of counters the lack of touch in my relationship with J. It's a big part of his depression, a reluctance to be touched. When he's down he flinches if I move forward suddenly or stretch out a hand towards him. Even when he's well he's still quite wary of physical contact with anyone.
But when we all sleep in the same bed it can hardly be helped. And because of the cold he seems okay with that.
How's that for putting a bright spin on things?
Flo
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