After the unexpected death of my mother earlier this year my 91y father has become a nightmare. He is fit and healthy and living in an apartment building, with other retired people, about a mile away. I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s 14y ago and my lovely OH helps me to manage this by undertaking most of the household chores which enables us to enjoy our retirement. My father does not understand how Parkinson’s affects people in different ways and tells people “my daughter SAYS she has Parkinson’s”.
The last 3 weeks of my mother’s life involved daily trips to the hospital for 4 hourly visits during which my father barely spoke, neither on the journey or at the hospital. My Parkinson’s symptoms eventually got worse due to anxiety and lack of sleep, making it almost impossible for me to leave the house.
My father now expects me, and OH, to look after him as he is now, understandably lonely. He doesn’t require any kind of care, as such, but we arranged a local care team to visit twice a week to help with things like changing and laundering bed linen etc. and he also has a cleaning lady once a week to ensure the kitchen and bathroom get cleaned properly as he actually enjoys vacuuming, dusting and polishing!
We have both offered to help with sorting out shopping, paying the bills, doing diy around the apartment etc. and have been taking him out once a month for lunch {all I can manage due to Parkinson’s} but he refuses our help and moans saying we don’t take him out enough - we also transport him to 2/3 hospital/GP appointments each month as he is a hypochondriac but his GP is overly cautious.
After weeks of argument he has eventually agreed to keep the cleaning lady, but will not entertain the lovely carer who he considered to be unnecessary because he has me. He expects me to go daily, when I probably only visited 3/4 times a month before mother died as we sent text messages continuously, and when I did visit he rarely spoke and never asked how I was - he has no empathy at all.
He has started sending ‘urgent’ messages saying he needs help, but when I arrive it turns out to be he’s lost the TV remote, or his ‘broken’ iPad has just not been charged up. We end up ‘having words’ then when I get home he sends messages saying how he’s sorry about bothering me and that he misses me, and that I am his favourite daughter. I’m the only daughter and he’s ruining my life!
He now expects me to send text messages each day because he says he’s worried about me. He often doesn’t respond to these for hours, hoping that I will call him - if I do he just laughs and asks if I was worried!