Hello folks.
Hope you don't mind me posting here, but I suddenly find myself the sole carer for my rapidly declining dad. In January he was diagnosed with dementia after assessment at the memory clinic. He had a brain scan last week and I was told that he has vascular dementia.
He's been deteriorating really for about a year, but since September, and especially the last six weeks he's really gone downhill. He lives on his own and has been doing ok until recently.
He had a fall a fortnight ago, and broke his nose and needed nearly 60 stitches. He can't remember how it happened. Yesterday I had to ring the police who had to break into his house when I couldn't rouse him. We'd arranged that I'd take him shopping and when I got there, there was no sign of him. His key was in the back of the lock so I wasn't able to use my key, and despite me ringing constantly and banging hell out of the door there was no answer. I even climbed over next doors garden wall (that was a sight to behold!) and threw random garden objects at his bedroom window to no avail. I honestly thought he was dead. Or that he'd had another fall. He was just very heavily asleep. Huge relief, but god, I was terrified.
The paramedic that attended referred him to social services. Dad an I had a good chat and he agreed to having outside help coming in to remind him to take his meds etc. Social services rang him today. He told them there was nothing wrong with him, he was fine and needed no help. They asked him about a lifeline button, keybox and premade up meds and he said no to all of them. They then rang me and said that because he's said no to any outside involvement theres nothing they can do.
I could cry, I really really could. I'm a single parent with four young children and I'm struggling to be honest. I live about ten miles away from dad and I try to go up as often as I can, but sometimes I can't make it every day and I feel so guilty.
I'm really scared about what the future holds for us all.