Dad has gone into respite for a week, the same care home as last time, which he loved, meaning I've got some breathing space to consider things. Yesterday was another hard day- I posted in the morning that he woke up more confused than usual and things didn't improve. Eventually my temper frayed and I shouted at him (not proud of myself) and the next thing is two policeman are knocking on the door as someone passing heard and called them.
Actually it was a relief. My first thought was at last- perhaps someone will take notice! I still haven't heard from social services. I told the police so, all that is happening and the absolute zero communication I am getting from anyone official- they started talking to me about the case worker and the police official involved in his case as if I knew what they were talking about and I told them I don't know. I don't know any of these people! And I am trying to move things on because I am aware I have reached the end of my tether and it's like banging my head against a wall! They were totally understanding and agreed that perhaps a report from them would help kick things into gear.
I have avoided thinking of it because it sounds selfish, but there's no way that he can come back home. I have to go back to work and he really can't be left alone any more. Recently I have been getting reports from a neighbour in her mid-eighties, who tells me she tries to keep an eye on him when I'm not there! The other neighbours couldn't care less. In fact I get abuse from them for mistreating him! They make me just want to pack up and move away!
Sorry, I'm not in a good place right now. It feels like now I've made this momentous decision but I can't act on it. I can't enjoy this time alone, and now I'm questioning what I do next. Without him. I'm not even sure I know who I am, I have been caring for him so long. My tastes in films, music, food, always have been tempered by his. This house is full of him. Then there is outside- I have no social life (all close friends live many miles away), I never go out, I have never even been able to do overtime at work before, and suddenly I am to presented with hours and hours in each day to fill. That scares me! I feel ashamed for thinking it.
Actually it was a relief. My first thought was at last- perhaps someone will take notice! I still haven't heard from social services. I told the police so, all that is happening and the absolute zero communication I am getting from anyone official- they started talking to me about the case worker and the police official involved in his case as if I knew what they were talking about and I told them I don't know. I don't know any of these people! And I am trying to move things on because I am aware I have reached the end of my tether and it's like banging my head against a wall! They were totally understanding and agreed that perhaps a report from them would help kick things into gear.
I have avoided thinking of it because it sounds selfish, but there's no way that he can come back home. I have to go back to work and he really can't be left alone any more. Recently I have been getting reports from a neighbour in her mid-eighties, who tells me she tries to keep an eye on him when I'm not there! The other neighbours couldn't care less. In fact I get abuse from them for mistreating him! They make me just want to pack up and move away!
Sorry, I'm not in a good place right now. It feels like now I've made this momentous decision but I can't act on it. I can't enjoy this time alone, and now I'm questioning what I do next. Without him. I'm not even sure I know who I am, I have been caring for him so long. My tastes in films, music, food, always have been tempered by his. This house is full of him. Then there is outside- I have no social life (all close friends live many miles away), I never go out, I have never even been able to do overtime at work before, and suddenly I am to presented with hours and hours in each day to fill. That scares me! I feel ashamed for thinking it.