Gee thanks op.
My mum died a year ago. My dad has dementia and at that point was mobile ( but not necessarily safe, I suspect he fell a lot more than mum ever let on ). He needed an eye keeping day and night incase he fell and general " looking after " help sorting clothes / dressing. He couldn't get himself a glass of water let alone make a cup of tea. When he was mobile he was up/ down and fiddling with stuff as he had lost the ability to sit andpaint or watch tv . The tv was always " broken " I've the settings were scrambled or it was unplugged. Other devices were the same.
I have what amounts to a full time job and live in a house with steep stairs- even when they came up stay with us a few years ago I put up the baby gate to stop him taking a wrong turn at night.
He was ( and still is) amiable with no issues about being looked after ( well except when mum was doing it - he could be a bit irritable then). He had socially appropriate behaviour and reflex type speach ( eg " it's been lovely to see you" got the reply " do come again" whether it was me or the district nurse , and cake was always " very nice, the best ever").
I couldn't just give my job up to be with him full time. I'm clearly , from your post a " bad daughter". He was a bloody magnificent father and I can't chase him 24hrs a day as gelid for me when I was 2? That's terrible.
But no, I can't cope with personal care. Wiping your 92yr old fathers arse is not the same as him doing it for you at 2yrs.
So yes , I've " sent him away to a care home" ....
He gets care that varies from good to excellent but has never been less than " good enough" how do I know ? Because up till the last 4 weeks I visited him at least 3x week and took him out once or twice. Never announced my visits , just turned up - apart from wearing his lunch at times - which at least meant he had eaten recently and fed himself he was always pretty much ready to take out.
Now he's on a down hill slide. I've been in and out at all hours, slept on his floor to stop him falling out if bed, sat beside him as he snores etc. He hasn't a scooby who I am but I like to see him. His carers love him and actually are more upset than I am that we have him on an end of life plan .
But I " sent him away to a care home " ....