I'm following this thread with interest as I've spent most of the day writing a lengthy complaint about the events of the last year around my Step-Mothers "care" which after a hospital stay, followed by sectioning being lifted after two weeks by an infuriatingly dismissive and patronising psychiatrist, culminated in her being released back to my frail 85 year old DFs sole care with next to no support, leading to her physically attacking him three times in her first week home. When he left for his own safety, he became homeless, and every agency involved was frankly useless because "capacity" and alleged delirium.
She'd had an absence seizure and was under the CMHT, with a long history of paranoid schizo-affective disorder and delusions about my Dad being unfaithful. The medical profession put her deterioration after the seizure down to a "possible" UTI. They ignored her observed in hospital aggression towards my Dad, and due to confidentiality wouldn't meaningfully engage with us. She developed extreme hatred of me despite us having had a reasonable relationship for the 40 years they were together.
I could go on, but long story short after a year of stress and abuse towards my DF, and her being allowed to remain at home alone, my Dad's already poor health deteriorated. He went from 13.5 stone and was 8 stone when he died in April after three weeks in hospital. There are a catalogue of errors and what I see as neglect - despite my advocating for them both all agencies involved and the GP basically played pass the hot potato and " not our problem", and the stress of this basically killed him.
There's enough for a bloody Netflix series but I won't bore you with it. I am so angry, and missing my gentle, loyal, artistic and musical Dad so much.
I know I won't get anywhere but I feel it's the last thing I can do for him.
The relevance to this post is that despite my SMs formal diagnosis, I strongly believe that she would have been diagnosed with BPD under different circumstances, and much of her behaviour has always been self-centred in the extreme with high expectations that my Dad was there to say how high when he said jump. I believe the extreme hatred of me that she finally started to show over the last year was partly jealousy and had always been there, as she effectively isolated and controlled my Dad. He went along with it because he believed she couldn't help it, but I really do wonder.
Essentially he died of a broken heart on top of his other health conditions, and even on his deathbed he was worrying about her and her vulnerabilities.
Sorry to trauma dump, I'm not handling this very well.
Sending love and solidarity to fellow "bad daughters" who have suffered from this sort of situation. It's utter shit.