I'm sorry that happened @BadGirlGoodGirl
I commented about my uncle earlier. This is how it worked out for us if it's helpful.
His behaviour got worse before it got better. He would walk into the library and corner shop and ask the women who worked there to come home and get into bed with him. Everyone in the village was laughing and called him a dirty old man. It was awful. He would have died of shame if he'd known what he was doing.
Us kids were told not to visit him alone, even the boys. He wanted to touch my brother and "feel his muscles". I saw him once or twice more with my dad but after another really crude comment I didn't go again for a long time.
My dad and his brother still visited but spent less time there I think and didn't take him out to football or church or anything any more. And their feelings towards him definitely changed. My dad was possibly more upset than I was about the things he'd said and tried to do to me. My mum was very level headed about it and helped me to be the same. My dad was definitely the emotional one.
My mum still went in most days with meals. She said she wasn't frightened by him, he was very frail, she said she could push him over with one finger if she needed to, and she seemed to be able to separate the behaviour from the person underneath. She had worked in health care so maybe she was better equipped, I don't know. And she was an adult.
One of my aunts went in to clean for him because his cleaner didn't want to come any more but she always went when my other uncle was visiting. Another aunt didn't see him at all.
The arrangement with paid carers were that they sent a man when they could and no-one when there wasn't a man available. This was 30 years ago so maybe they wouldn't be allowed to just send no-one now, I don't know.
He moved into a care home when he kept missing carer visits and he kept wandering off.
He changed in the care home. Whether that was another stage in his illness or the change of environment I don't know. He became a really quiet and rather withdrawn version of the lovely old uncle we all knew. All the sexual advances and innuendos completely stopped. It seemed unbelievable that he'd ever been that way. It was strange.
I started visiting him again with my parents and eventually on my own. I spent quite a lot of time with him towards the end of his life.
I think of him as he was when I was younger and I think of afternoons sitting with him later just watching tv and chatting a bit when he felt like it. I remember him being happy to see me when I came in to the care home in the old way he used to always be happy to see me. Not in an unpleasant way. I hardly ever think of the horrible times.
And I really do see now that it wasn't him behaving this way. It upset me at the time but years later I can honestly say it doesn't colour my memories of him.
I hope things work out for your whole family. It's one of the most upsetting symptoms I think, and something people so rarely talk openly about.