Toward the end of Feb Dad was sectioned after an incident at a Day Care Centre where he had been agressive toward the staff. He was able to return home after the incident, but when the Dr's and Social Worker visited they decided sectioning was in everyone's interest (Mum had been caring for him at home for the last 4 years). We were told that transport wouldn't arrive until 11.30pm which I deemed unacceptably late so I took him in my car to the Psychiatric Hospital - I could barely see to drive as the tears streamed down my face - the CD we were listening to was Gustav Holtz the Planet Suite. I know the Hospital tried to do their best, but the place was depressing, with little or no home comforts. We were new to the process and found it very hard to deal with things such as my Dad's clothing going missing, him losing his glasses and no-one seeming to be able to find them, being dressed in other peoples' clothes, bumps on his head and other random injuries.
I have just left him today after he was transferred into a Nursing Home - he and my mother are having their lunch together in the Dining Room - the table has a table cloth and there are napkins - sounds daft I know but these things are important. He has a nice room which has been made very cosy and warm - he was in there earlier today listening to his favourite CD (The Planet Suite) - I feel as though I can listen to it now without horrible memories flooding back.