He’s not got dementia. I dint think so anyway. he is 75 and he talks shite.
Complete and utter shite and fairy stories. About stuff that happened when I was growing up that I know didn’t happen as he describes it (factual stuff). There’s not a plane crash or ferry disaster that happened in the UK in the last 50 years that he wasn’t involved in. His car was hijacked and he only just got away by driving like the sweeny. More and more shite and shite.
He is also crap at turn taking in conversations, and has no interest in anyone else at all (not even me or the DC)
He also cannot be disagreed with or he gets exceptionally angry.
Shouting yelling screaming.
Is there a way to deal with this that doesn’t leave me sitting there for hours saying one or two words total?
It isidriving me insane.
Please help or I am going to batter him with the spade and put him under the patio.
(Just about to go to dentist for root canal not ignoring replies)