Supporting Carers - Strengthening Care

Bristol Black Carers supports carers and those whom they care for to access mainstream care and health related public services.  We provide regular support group meetings, organise trips and activities to give carers a break and can offer support, advice and information, either over the phone, at our offices or a home visit can be arranged.

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Dear Friends

Bristol Black Carers has moved from the Old Library, Trinity Road


Trelawney House, Floor 2, Suite 2B03,
Surrey Street,
BS2 8PS 

Our new telephone number is: 0117 379 0084


We have enjoyed the last four years at The Old Library in Trinity Road, it is a beautiful building with lots of character.  Our new premises has better access for wheelchair users, much better parking facilities and offers better space for us to give support to carers. 


Carers Stories
'The Caring Wife', a poem written by a Carer.

The Caring Wife

I do not make excuses, day to day this is my life
I care for a disabled man, I love him, I’m his wife


Around the clock I care for him, in many different ways
Often up during the night, not stopping in the day


Right now I’m really tired, and my leg is painfully bad
Keeping me awake at night, and in the day I’m sad


My husband’s needs, they have not changed
Still I have to care, even though I’m in such pain
He needs me and I’m there


What happens when I’m feeling sick?, when my body wants to drop
My husband, he still needs me, so the caring doesn’t stop


Not long ago I felt so ill, and had to go bed
Trying to find the energy, to lift my aching head


Hubby sat there waiting to be settled for the night
Then without warning he was oh so violently sick…


No! No! No! I screamed collapsing in a heap
What could I do? I cleaned him up when I wanted just to sleep
Tears streaming, and exhausted, I got hubby into bed
But still it wasn’t over I had more to do instead


An hour on I’m struggling, Still scrubbing at the floor
Cleaning walls and skirting, the bin, and even more


There was no one to call upon, no-one to ask for help
It was late at night, but hurting, sobbing, feeling ill

I did it all myself


I do not make excuses, day to day this is my life
The world around just carries on… oblivious


To the caring wife



Written by a Carer

©2009 Deni


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