My Mum died in 2003 of cancer. My Dad (92) has lived with me for over 7 years in an annex and it was lovely at first but since Lockdown's and having to give up his car (too dangerous!) he has gone into decline. He still makes his sandwiches and cups of tea and says he showers, indeed he gets wet, but the soap is always dry and the shower gel is magic as it never needs replacing. He wears the same clothes for several days and if his pyjamas are missing it's because he's put his clothes on over them. I tried showering him but it was too much of an ordeal for him and for me. I've tried putting his clothes out the night before but that doesn't work. So I've taken a deep breath and I've stopped lecturing him and instead I sneak in when I hear him in the shower and swap his dirty clothes for clean ones. I have to check the bathroom several times a day as he sometimes puts poo down the sink leaving remnants around the taps which in the past I've mentioned to him in a way I thought might make him stop, for example asking him if he's having trouble going to the toilet and explaining why I'm asking. He just looks at me blankly then shrugs his shoulders or no and continues to watch the television. It reminds me of the old joke "what did the constipated mathematition do? He worked it out with a pencil" Reading posts I realise that this is what dementia looks like and it appears to be a normal stage of behaviour . But it's MY Dad and it's horrible. I'm very much on my own with Dad. He doesn't have a diagnosis and I struggle at times, a lot of the time to be honest. It's only going to get worse isn't it. I'm glad I found this website because at least I know everything I'm experiencing has been experienced before. It's the nature of the beast isn't it. Thank you for listening.