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Somehow you have to deal with your turmoil of emotions - and at the same time protect yourself legally and financially. I’m wondering what your sons are counselling you to do right now?
Well done to have written, to the neurologist and to us. This situation is so entangled. It seems almost impossible to discern a way through. The forces are really massed against you, with your OH still exercising agency and his family refusing to accept his condition and ranging themselves forcefully in opposition to you.Yesterday I sent his neurologist an email. There were some parts of the office visit I wanted cleared up and recorded for his chart. I felt like a tattle tale. It took about a week and a half to get the courage to send the email. I began saying I was intimidated with That One (OH's daughter in the room.) The doctor entered the room questioning/remarking that "you (me) called him last week and asked about the ability to sign a paper?" Nope wasn't me. So I let him know that the daughter that sits in the room with us is unhappy with me. She says I'm negative (I'm call it reality) and don't do what he needs to get better. I also said when he asked OH if he was delusional and OH said nope, I wrote some stories that may be known as a delusion. First, he is planning a charity golf tournament at a local course. Wounded Warriors will be the cause. He is inviting the winner of the Masters, Patrick Reed, and another great golfer from Louisiana, David Toms. OH has never, ever, ever done something like this. I just sit quietly and listen and grieve silently at this scenario. He has also contacted patent attorneys to meet with him to discuss an idea for a product he had 30 years ago. Other officials have been contacted as he offers his services for their projects.
Yesterday he texted me SSN#? I called him. Why do you need my social security number? He said he didn't, he needed his. (One of the first things I can actually say he forgot. Forgetting his not his problem.) Why do you need your SSN#? He's shopping for a new home mortgage. He lives in a CH and wants me to move out of our home. I tried to firmly (and don't talk down to him say the sweet sisters) tell him, Do not give your SSN# to anyone. He argued (yep, always an argument) he called them so it was legit. I asked, Where did you get their number? They sent him an EMAIL!!! This is the dementia I deal with.
I wrote all this for the doctor. I added that I also told OH I was glad he didn't think I was having an affair. He had answered no when the doctor asked. Well, OH didn't even remember that question was asked. I countered to the doctor though. OH wants to see the photos in my phone, accuses of me of being gone 4 hours when I was gone 2, and the sitter told me he tried to climb on our counter to get a card from a bouquet of flowers that were delivered to me. The sitter said, the driver said they're from her son (and they were.)
I guess I wrote because I didn't feel the doctor got the whole picture. He may think I'm a looney tune but it was something that had been weighing on me since we left.
Thank you for being there for me TP.
Somehow you have to deal with your turmoil of emotions - and at the same time protect yourself legally and financially. I’m wondering what your sons are counselling you to do right now?