So I'm new here and not too sure on the abbreviations etc so please forgive me for that. Also this is going to be one hell of an essay. Sorry.
10 years ago my parents built my dad's parents a flat at the bottom of the garden. The idea being that in their old age we would be around to help when necessary but helping them to remain as independent as possible. They loved it. Unfortunately 5 years later my nan died. It was six weeks after she was first diagnoses with cancer. Grandad lived there for 2 years until he had a heart attack early one morning. He was rushed to hospital and whilst there had a further five and a stroke.
Whilst in hospital dad transformed his house. He built a downstairs bathroom, turned his back reception room into a bedroom and added many other adaptations to help grandad remain independent. He lives there happily for 12 months. He loved being there and seeing my LO grow for the first twelve months.
We found out later (I'll spare you the serious details) that he had a serious bowel impaction. His doctor said it was the worst case he had ever seen and had been developing for years! He never said a word. We were told the only way to fix this to remove the impaction surgically. His heart wouldn't be able to take it. He would die on the table. So laxatives, enemas three times a day and other treatments ensued for 18 months. He went into shock and ended back in hospital. At this point his doctor told us that he needed round the clock and that one of us would have to leave work. We all worked opposite shifts. Tried to get him back home. We couldn't give him what was needed. He wouldn't let us leave work said we all had our own lives to lead. He made the decision I go into a home. And it broke out hears. We never wanted this to happen.
In one respect it was the best thing for him. He has friends 
! He loves it and the nursing staff are wonderful. My dad had power over his accounts and payed his bill every month. In january they were late sending the invoice. So payment was late. This resulted SS taking out vulnerable adult status, banning us from seeing him and satin we had stolen money from his accounts. A long battle ensues and long story short they ha to back down very quickly when we proved it was all b***ks and that they illegally took out the VA status. At that point dad handed over the accounts to the care home manager. One bitten twice shy and all that.
I went to see him yesterday and he told me that the manager had taken him down to the bank. And that he sat in her car whilst she went into the bank, made some changes, and then brought out a piece of paper for him to sign. No information just a signature page. I asked if he signed it. The idiot (yes, I did call him this to his face) did.
She is now refusing to talk to any of us. AIBU to think this isn't right? Surely this is not the way SS endorses? I'm not saying she has done anything wrong, it may be completely innocent. But I am seriously thinking of asking a friend (solicitor who specialises in these type of cases) to have a look.
My DP has told me to leave well enough alone. I'm in such turmoil here I don't want anyone taking advantage of the man who practically raised me. My nan would be turning in her grave if she knew this was going on.