I haven't posted for a while, but I'm just so sad for my father that I feel I have to 'talk'. Dad was diagnosed with vascular dementia 2 years ago after being 'strange' for a couple of years previous to that. Two weeks ago he was admitted to the EMI ward of the local hospital for an open-ended assessment - and he basically hates his life even more. Before he went in he was suffering from profound hallucinations and delusions, severe agitation, incoherent speech, wakeful nights and depression - he hated his lovely home and the final straw came when he showed the first signs of aggression to my mother (his main carer). He now is quite aggressive to the (lovely) staff at the unit, is on 'food watch' to monitor his poor eating and drinking and thinks we're taking him home every time we visit - and he cries too. We KNOW he can't be anywhere else at the moment, but he has turned into a very old, stooped, shuffling old man before our eyes and his 'symptoms' match the 'last' stages. How do you live through this pain? Could he really be in the final stages? Sorry, I'm rambling now, but had to get this guilt/pain off my chest.