Dad's carer who normally gets him up and dressed wasnt able to go in today. I went to help my 85 year old mum get him up. The carer usually washes at least a bit of him (an area per day!) - and he yells at her! - but no way could we manage that. He got so angry when we were trying to help him take his jammy jacket off and put his shirt on, and screamed at us. I had to wrestle his clean vest on. And I got angry and upset with him in return and what good is that? It's not his fault; he doesn't understand what we are trying to do or that we are trying to help him and is probably afraid. Afraid of me, his daughter. He calmed down afterwards and we got him dressed but I have felt sick all day; not least because i had to go back to work and leave my mum to face the rest of the day. As usual.
My poor poor dad. And my poor brave mum. I feel less than useless to her tonight.
Just wanted to let off some steam and sadness to an understanding audience....thanks xx
My poor poor dad. And my poor brave mum. I feel less than useless to her tonight.
Just wanted to let off some steam and sadness to an understanding audience....thanks xx