I’m not sure that those who say people should always stay with family, have ever lived with dementia.
We took my FiL to live with us once it was obvious that he was suffering from dementia, but we were blithely clueless about what it could mean in practice. ‘Just getting more forgetful - how hard can it be?’
What it meant fairly soon was having him up and down in the night, banging and shouting and demanding to go out at 3 am, coming into other bedrooms and peering closely at the sleepers to see who was sleeping in ‘his’ house, waking everybody up - and we had dds still at school and coming up to important exams. Not to mention dh, still working long hours in a very demanding job.
Then he would hide things, and go mad when he couldn’t find them. We were once hunting for hours, until well past midnight.
Then there was the endless pacing and the same question over and over - I once counted 35 times in one hour. At the time I was trying to work from home - it was impossible.
Worst, though, were the rages, over the tiniest and usually unavoidable thing. They didn’t happen often, but were so violent I had to leave the house - and take the terrified dog with me.
Even dh didn’t really believe me about how bad they were - until he saw one for himself. Dh is a big hefty bloke but even he said he wouldn’t have dared to approach him.
These are just some of the reasons my FiL finally went to a very nice care home, which we found only after an awful lot of looking. (I haven’t even gone into his reluctance to wash or change his clothes. We did find ways to cope but it was just another headache.)
And it eventually got to the stage where he just wasn’t safe to be left alone even for very short periods, there was no telling what he might do - it was like leaving a toddler on the loose.
Might add that I was extremely fond of my FiL and had always got on well with him, but there are limits to the amount of stress and exhaustion you can tolerate.
People who piously criticise others for putting relatives in care homes often have absolutely no idea of how they may have done their very best to cope first, frequently for a long time.
I am not ashamed to say that when it came to my mother, some years later, there was no way I was doing it again. We supported her at home as best we could, including many ‘sleepovers’ at her house, until 24/7 care had become an urgent necessity.