My DM has dementia. She was diagnosed 5 years ago but had symptoms 5 yrs before that. My DF has an enormous sense of duty and responsibility but can't always see what is in front of him.
2 years ago we all went for a weekend away to York, my parents, my then 4 yr old and me and it was horrendous. I didn't realise how bad it had got, DM needed constant support showering, getting dressed, toileting etc and I had to sit my DF down and tell him he had to get help.
They have now had a carer who comes in 35 hours per week - 6 mornings and then the odd day here and there. DF employs her directly after a great deal of trial and error with agencies - we are fortunate in that they have plenty of money (not boasting, just trying to be clear that money is not the issue).
Despite the carer things are deteriorating. DM is rarely lucid, often angry, frequently violent (although she's a relatively frail 76 yr old), won't/can't get out of bed, won't/can't eat her food etc. On the 7th day dad can't get her up on his own so one of me or my sisters needs to go and do that. One sister lives in the village but my other sister and I live half an hour away so we drove an hours round trip, me with my now 6 yr old DS (I am a single parent) to get her up, make sure she is dressed and changed and had breakfast. I'll be honest. I resent it.
We found a great care home in Jan/Feb and I think we had persuaded DF this was the right thing to do. That he wasn't coping, quality of life for both of them was non existent, he ignores her, she isn't stimulated but then obviously we went into lockdown. Cue lots of self-congratulatory comments about how he'd clearly done the right thing etc etc.
Throughout lockdown mum has become increasingly frail. She frequently zones out and collapses but is now also struggling with their house. It is an old house with steps literally everywhere and where you do have rooms on the same floor there are inch high thresholds and stone floors downstairs. You couldn't put in a stanna stairlift, it just wouldn't work. It is a death trap.
DM fell last Friday night, DF was helping her down some stairs, turned away momentarily and that was that. Paramedics were called, xrays etc . Thankfully nothing broken but steristrips on face and battered and bruised. Saturday she fell again. This time into a bush. DF texted the three of us and told us he'd decided to put DM into the home.
We all tell him this is the right thing to do, I am there Sunday morning getting her out of bed, we had a good chat, he says he can't see another way etc etc. The carer then comes in on Monday morning who clearly has a vested interest, the care home say she'll have to self isolate when she goes in, and by Wednesday he's changed his mind.
I am going there tonight to spend some time with them and hopefully talk to him about how we move forward. He is just too close to this to make rational decisions and doesn't understand that he's going to kill her. I have looked at the safeguarding guidelines and I don't think he'd fall foul of them, he is meeting her needs, but this is just horrendous. Not least the fact that he is only able to do this with our complicity in helping her get her up. But if we don't help we isolate him further.
We all used to be close but I now hate going there. My DS hates going there. I want to be her daughter not her carer, see my DF in a setting that isn't their house. And I am coming to loathe the carer. Any suggestions on approach?