Just had an awful weekend with Dad. We arrived to be told by a neighbour that a few days previously she had come across Dad trying to get on the local train to get into the next town to pay his gas bill (I arranged some time ago for it to be paid by Direct Debit). Dad did not have enough money as we make sure he only has a few pounds on him in case anyone comes to the door asking for money. My brother keeps his chequebook for the same reason. She paid his return fare although she was not sure whether to just tell him to go home and she was worried about him. Anyway he must have found his way home again because I had telephoned him the same afternoon and he was back home then. He never normally goes out.
When my brother and his family arrived for lunch (somehow it is always me who has to provide the food even though we travel nearly 200 miles to get there – but that’s another story!!) we had a quiet discussion in the kitchen about Dad’s safety and we decided to have yet another talk to Dad about moving to somewhere where he has more help. My brother also admitted that twice lately he has had to go to Dad’s late evening because Dad has rung so say that he has lost his keys and cannot make the house secure. When my brother got there everything was locked up and the keys were in their usual drawer. It was lucky that it was not nights when my SIL was working or he would have had to get the children up and take them as well. It was not fair to have the discussion while the children were there so Keith and I tackled it again after they had gone.
We tried to discuss it calmly and put forward our concerns for his welfare but he just repeated over and over again “I’m not going into a home, I’m not going into a home”. He accused us of wanting him out of the house so we could sell it for the money and then went and got the bread knife out and said “go on, you might as well stick that in because if you put me in a home you’ll be doing just the same”.
Anyway by this time I’m sobbing and Dad is shaking with anger so we decide to change the subject.
Of course after about half an hour he has forgotten all about it. I make some tea and we put the TV on. All evening the TV goes channel 1, channel 2, channel 3, etc, round and round and round, interspersed with him getting up about every 10 minutes to check the back door is locked. By about 9.30 Keith and I are at screaming pitch with it all (we fully appreciate he can’t help it) this so excuse ourselves by saying we had an early start and go to bed. (Where I do not sleep at all).
The next morning Dad had forgotten we were even there and starts looking for Mum who died 12 years ago. He also asks if he is at home or at our house. We were taking my MIL out for her birthday lunch but I said I would stay with Dad if he was not more with it by the time we had to leave. Keith was furious because we spend little enough time with her as it is because of Dad. As it turned out Dad was back to “normal” so we did both go to lunch but Dad got very tearful when we had to go and said that no one cared about him and everything we do is for MIL. Keith and I were icy with each other but I hope the others did not notice too much. Oh joy! We are still not speaking properly. He understands fully my concern for Dad but his Mum is also 87 and because Dad is not well we cannot just leave her out all the time.
So this morning I feel so totally drained and exhausted (hardly any sleep again) and haven’t even made it to my usual refuge of work. We can’t all keep on like this but I don’t know what to do. Dad is determined he is not going anywhere. My brother and I are sick with worry that he will go out and get lost, especially with winter coming on, or that something else will happen that we should have prevented. There is no way Keith and I can cope with the repetitive behaviour day in day out in a two up two down house if he lived with us and in any case the last time he visited he did know where he was or who I was.
Sorry for the ramble but I need to write it down before my brain explodes. I know lots of you are in much worse situations. I have never felt more like my username.
Linda
When my brother and his family arrived for lunch (somehow it is always me who has to provide the food even though we travel nearly 200 miles to get there – but that’s another story!!) we had a quiet discussion in the kitchen about Dad’s safety and we decided to have yet another talk to Dad about moving to somewhere where he has more help. My brother also admitted that twice lately he has had to go to Dad’s late evening because Dad has rung so say that he has lost his keys and cannot make the house secure. When my brother got there everything was locked up and the keys were in their usual drawer. It was lucky that it was not nights when my SIL was working or he would have had to get the children up and take them as well. It was not fair to have the discussion while the children were there so Keith and I tackled it again after they had gone.
We tried to discuss it calmly and put forward our concerns for his welfare but he just repeated over and over again “I’m not going into a home, I’m not going into a home”. He accused us of wanting him out of the house so we could sell it for the money and then went and got the bread knife out and said “go on, you might as well stick that in because if you put me in a home you’ll be doing just the same”.
Anyway by this time I’m sobbing and Dad is shaking with anger so we decide to change the subject.
Of course after about half an hour he has forgotten all about it. I make some tea and we put the TV on. All evening the TV goes channel 1, channel 2, channel 3, etc, round and round and round, interspersed with him getting up about every 10 minutes to check the back door is locked. By about 9.30 Keith and I are at screaming pitch with it all (we fully appreciate he can’t help it) this so excuse ourselves by saying we had an early start and go to bed. (Where I do not sleep at all).
The next morning Dad had forgotten we were even there and starts looking for Mum who died 12 years ago. He also asks if he is at home or at our house. We were taking my MIL out for her birthday lunch but I said I would stay with Dad if he was not more with it by the time we had to leave. Keith was furious because we spend little enough time with her as it is because of Dad. As it turned out Dad was back to “normal” so we did both go to lunch but Dad got very tearful when we had to go and said that no one cared about him and everything we do is for MIL. Keith and I were icy with each other but I hope the others did not notice too much. Oh joy! We are still not speaking properly. He understands fully my concern for Dad but his Mum is also 87 and because Dad is not well we cannot just leave her out all the time.
So this morning I feel so totally drained and exhausted (hardly any sleep again) and haven’t even made it to my usual refuge of work. We can’t all keep on like this but I don’t know what to do. Dad is determined he is not going anywhere. My brother and I are sick with worry that he will go out and get lost, especially with winter coming on, or that something else will happen that we should have prevented. There is no way Keith and I can cope with the repetitive behaviour day in day out in a two up two down house if he lived with us and in any case the last time he visited he did know where he was or who I was.
Sorry for the ramble but I need to write it down before my brain explodes. I know lots of you are in much worse situations. I have never felt more like my username.
Linda