Our Wild Adventures
One of the most challenging moments I had was with a patient—a woman in her 80s—who had advanced dementia and trying to recover from a severe bed sore that had gone septic. She often confused me with her second husband because, according to her daughter, I looked a lot like him.
The patient would often talk about “our” kinky exploits—including swinging and partner swapping—as well as very wild “adventures”. I had given up on trying to tell her I was not her husband because it just confused her and upset her, so I learned to play along.
She talked to me often about “our” children and other family members, as well as many other tamer adventures she had with her husband. It made her happy to talk about it and often left me with a smile. Story credit: Reddit / Hobie642