This thread makes me so sad.
My father has been in a care home since December. I’ve known that he’s had some form of dementia for a couple of years. No one would help me. No one would listen.
I lived two hours away after I had no choice in moving as I couldn’t afford to live where we were anymore. Last year things got so bad that he was a danger driving. he was bashing his neighbours cars parking, he was going out at all hours of the night thinking it was daytime. he would call me screaming and disoriented and was hallucinating.
I had to call an ambulance in the end, one day when he was just screaming saying he was going to drive away and not come back, and he was admitted to hospital, I couldn’t get to him as I have a young baby and there’s no one else to help.
The hospital said he was fine, even though when I got there he was telling them all he was on a cruise ship or a space ship. He was just talking absolute nonsense as usual, hallucinating, social worker and consultant just wanted him gone and into my care.
I brought him home with me. He wasn’t safe alone.
He was shouting day and night, agitated. He threw his lithium hearing aid batteries all over the floor - if I hadn’t had have my eyes on my 12 months old all the time, the worst could have happened and she could have swallowed one.
He kept trying to get out the house, he kept trying to use the kitchen in the night, he could have burned my house down. He refused to wash.
A GP told me to lock him in a room (I didn’t, and yes, I complained).
Social services assessed and sent a carer once a day to wash him. He refused to be washed so nothing they could do.
All the time I was dealing with him and my three children and my husband was trying to work from home, taking calls with my dad shrieking in the background.
He fell and ended up in hospital. They called me 12 hours later saying he was fine to go home. I got there and he was hallucinating again. Telling people my hat JFK was sitting next to him with his gun shot wound and needed help. But apperently, all was fine.
I basically staged a sit in and said i wasn’t going anywhere until someone assessed him for dementia. Long and stressful story, brain scans showed vascular dementia.
Still they wanted me to take him to my home. I refused. I just couldn’t take anymore after 8 weeks of hell and my children upset and confused.
We tried home care. But he was distressed at having to pay for it. refused even though he didn’t have a choice, I have POA. He kept trying to drive his car. when we moved his car, he’d call car dealers to buy another. He barricaded the door so they couldn’t get in.
The care home works better. He’s got enough for two years self funding when he sells his house.
It’s still not easy for me. he’s in one near me. He comes to visit a day each weekend and all he does is talk about his money. Where is it, i want to go to the bank, where is my money going. You are stealing my money. I want to buy a new car. Take me to buy a car now. It doesn’t stop. It’s very stressful and it’s making me ill. But it’s worse if we don’t see him or take him out.
He didn’t want every thing he had to go on care . He wanted to leave what he had to his grandkids, this causes him distress too. And believe me, I’ve got nothing so an inheritance would have been great - but to what detriment? My marriage? My children, my mental health?
He doesn’t understand he’s got dementia. He thinks he’s fine. He blames me for putting him in a home. That’s when he knows where he is.
I visit him with my 8 year old on a Wednesday eve - when he sees us again for the day on a saturday, he doesn’t remember we came and accuses me of abandoning him.
But he’s being washed now. he’s eating well.
But, As someone so helpfully said upthread
that’s just existing. What’s the alternative? Sitting unwashed starving himself to death as he was doing before? Or living with me and putting my children at risk?
And he can’t go out in a car and kill someone.
He can’t burn his house down or wander off in between care visits.
I’ve been told i’m selfish. I’ve been told I’m evil. But these last few years when I knew he was ill and no one would help have broken me. Those 8 weeks he lived with me, my children were at risk from harm. He was at risk from himself. i hardly slept. Me and my husband were at breaking point.
My dad had me later in life, my mum died 30 years ago. He’s 87 and I’m 41 with my youngest child still a baby, we have no other family.
This whole situation is killing me. I wish he was dead for all our sakes, most of all his because his life is a living hell.
Looking after someone with dementia is terrifying. It’s not like having your nice old grandad sat in the corner with a paper. People have no idea what it’s actually like and therefore, they have no right to judge.