I don't know if anyone can help, I'm flailing around in the dark with this. My lovely gentle Dad was diagnosed with DLB just over two weeks ago, the day before diagnosis I took him to get his hair cut them for a coffee sand he was still my Dad, cogent, able to follow a conversation laughing etc. Today he is in a locked psychiatric ward, with plastic cutlery because he is so violent. He has no idea who any of us are. This is breaking our hearts, is this usual? I can't bear to see him like this and feel absolutely powerless to help him