My dad has very advanced dementia- Alzheimer's and vascular. He's been in a home 2 years now. My mum still lives in their marital home. She visits him about 3-4 times a week. When he first went in the home he wasn't too bad ( hindsight is a wonderful thing right)- he could walk around, talk, recognise us etc etc.
He's gone massively downhill, mainly since Jan this year when he developed pneumonia and remarkably survived it. He looked horrific. I was shocked really really shocked. He was in bed and grey and so frail looking. Anyway so he got 'better' but really he shouldn't have. They gave him 3 lots of antibiotics to kick the shit out of the infection. Which yes worked but he's now no quality of life. He now can't walk, he's doubly incontinent. He has to be winched from his bed into a massive wheeled armchair and then back again later in the day. He can't move himself . He hardly speaks and what he does say is in a whisper and makes no sense. The thing is I can't go and see him. I know I know I should. There's nothing physically stopping me. I just can't face it. I've not been since June. I'm so ashamed of myself. It's not my dad lying there. I can't cope with the other residents there either. In fact that's a massive thing for me. I. Any cope with the unpredictability of them, they sometimes get too close or touch me, they make noises and they're up and walking around and being fine and my dad is just lying in a foetal position in bed. I just can't do it. And I feel so so guilty about it. I know I'll regret it if he dies and I haven't been. But partly I'm inwardly angry that they gave him those antibiotics. He could have been bloody free from all this. I'd signed a dnar when he went in and in addition they were meant to ask us (the family) what we wanted to do in the event of an infection as and when it happened which obv they didn't do.
I don't want to complain about it and obv time has passed since then . I don't want to seem heartless. The carets said they 'weren't ready for him to go' because they love him. I just feel like they are working with these dementia sufferers night and day and are almost blind to how much my dad has changed since he went in and how it would have been the kindest thing to let him go.
I'm waffling. I don't feel like I can talk to anyone in RL about this at all. No one really understands.
I've got to visit haven't I. It can't go on. He's not going to go on forever. I have no idea how you know when it's near the end. I even google it and look for signs. It's awful. I feel so guilty. He's my dad I love him but he's not my dad at the same time. I don't know what to do or how to feel