I posted on here last in January, when we were getting a diagnosis for my Dad who has Alzheimer's.
Since this time he has been diagnosed and has got steadily worse. Whereas before he got confused as to where he was about once every two days, now it is constant, all day every day. He believes he is in the army, in India, where he was in the war, and that at any moment he will be called up to fight. He packs up his things and puts his coat on and asks to go home. He can't do much for himself - today he tried making a cup of tea, using the wrong type of tea and six teabags. He doesn't know who I am, and talks to my Mum about her, so clearly he doesn't know who she is either. He regularly asks for his Mum and Dad, who died over twenty years ago. He walks around the house not knowing what he is doing. He hides everything to do with money and thinks people are stealing his things. He is really suspicious and always accuses my Mum of taking his money. He is horrible to her, and she is horrible back. He is so depressed and just mopes around the whole time, and we told the GP this but he did nothing about it and is so rubbish and uncaring. Last week he actually cried, which he has never done in my whole lifetime of 17 years and never even whilst my Mum has known him.
I hate him. This year at school I wasn't coping very well with everything which ended up with me firstly getting suspended for getting drunk (it's a boarding school and I used to board twice a week), and then getting drunk and overdosing, with the school, which started off being supportive, then deciding that they couldn't be bothered to try to give me any support any more and being really horrible.
I know none of this is Dad's fault - he can't help having Alzheimer's, and everything at school I brought on myself, but I hate him so much, and sometimes I wish he was dead.
Since this time he has been diagnosed and has got steadily worse. Whereas before he got confused as to where he was about once every two days, now it is constant, all day every day. He believes he is in the army, in India, where he was in the war, and that at any moment he will be called up to fight. He packs up his things and puts his coat on and asks to go home. He can't do much for himself - today he tried making a cup of tea, using the wrong type of tea and six teabags. He doesn't know who I am, and talks to my Mum about her, so clearly he doesn't know who she is either. He regularly asks for his Mum and Dad, who died over twenty years ago. He walks around the house not knowing what he is doing. He hides everything to do with money and thinks people are stealing his things. He is really suspicious and always accuses my Mum of taking his money. He is horrible to her, and she is horrible back. He is so depressed and just mopes around the whole time, and we told the GP this but he did nothing about it and is so rubbish and uncaring. Last week he actually cried, which he has never done in my whole lifetime of 17 years and never even whilst my Mum has known him.
I hate him. This year at school I wasn't coping very well with everything which ended up with me firstly getting suspended for getting drunk (it's a boarding school and I used to board twice a week), and then getting drunk and overdosing, with the school, which started off being supportive, then deciding that they couldn't be bothered to try to give me any support any more and being really horrible.
I know none of this is Dad's fault - he can't help having Alzheimer's, and everything at school I brought on myself, but I hate him so much, and sometimes I wish he was dead.