Very difficult visit with my parents yesterday.
I don’t post often as others are more at the sharp end than me - mine are both still in their own home and more or less mobile at 90 (DM) and just turned 98 (DF). Dad is increasingly frail though and DM just can’t accept it, or her own limitations (heart failure, gets exhausted easily). She won’t accept anyone in the home except me and she is a hoarder. Consequently I help with finances, hospital appointments, shopping, days out, moving heavy things around etc, but I don’t do any cleaning for them anymore because within a week everything’s back to dirty and untidy.
Yesterday it transpired in a conversation that, apparently because cats are opening their council food bin (I think they’re not closing it properly), DM is putting waste food down the toilet.
I was flabbergasted and pretty much hit the roof. She said DF had said it was fine and he didn’t deny it though she has steam rollered him forever, so I read them both the riot act.
On their back yard (I put washing out) were several bowls of rotting food, mostly vegetables. In a heatwave. DM says they’re there to put in the compost but they had obviously been there at least a week. One was a packet of broccoli still in the plastic, brown and slimy. I went to put it in the bin and DM was practically fighting me for it, shouting “I want it, give it to me.” I cleaned it all up and put them in the food bin.
However this with another example from last week makes me think their judgement is going and they’re not safe at home anymore.
Last week’s incident was that the curtain on the stairs-window got tangled in the motor of their stair lift. This has happened multiple times before. When the lift was fitted I suggested they get these curtains shortened as they are floor length and right in the path of the chair. DM refused. Three years later they have had lots of problems including the curtains being pulled off the rail. I have replaced them before and reminded them that they should be shorter but this time we had to call out the stairlift company to fix it (they were great, arrived same day), but they had to pay 140 for the call out. Yesterday I took the curtains away. Dad’s not safe on the stairs without the chair.
Besides that DM is volatile, has frequent outburst of temper and threatens Dad, though I don’t think she’d ever do anything. She just has a lot of anger.
Today I called Adult Social Services to arrange a care needs assessment. They at least need a cleaner and maybe someone to help Dad with meals. He’s in favour but DM has always resisted. I have left them to it until now as they’ve always buggered on ok, but I can’t leave it anymore. Perhaps they will listen to someone external rather than me.
SS said they had to ring themselves as they needed their consent to arrange a visit, so now it will have to wait til I’m there next, which due to holidays will be August 12th.
Sorry for the rant. Where’s the gin?