Hi.
I have been trying to find a support group or something where I can talk to people about the harsh realities of caring for someone with dementia.
This seemed like a good a place as any, so here goes…
I am 21 years old, and almost a year ago my dad was diagnosed with early onset alzheimer’s. He’s barely even in his fifties. We all knew he’d been struggling for a long time, he was very anxious and angry and couldn’t cope at work anymore. Then COVID hit and we all had to go into lockdown, which I think sped up the entire process. All of my dad’s usual routine went out the window, all of the hobbies he used to indulge in just ceased to exist, he has simply become a hollow shell of who he used to be.
It’s breaking me, it is literally torture to see the life fading from behind his eyes, I always dreamt of him walking me down the aisle, holding my children and playing with them, pottering about in the garden well into his 80s. But now, it’s all slipping away, so quickly, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. I just don’t understand how anyone can live through this, knowing it doesn’t get any better. My grandmother also had Dementia and she passed away 5 years ago today. By the end she was practically comatose on a vibrating bed, unable to move, talk, or even recognise those around her.
I can’t get that image out of my head that that will be my dad before we know it, and I am only 21. It feels so cruel and so unfair and I am so desperately sad that the best of him is long gone and i’ll never get it back.
I can’t help but think of the things that i didn’t know were my lasts with him, like the last time he drove me somewhere, or the last time we played a board game together.
In a lot of ways we are blessed that my dad is a funny and sweet man, recently he has let go of a lot of his stress and his anxiety so he is no where near as angry as he used to be (as long as he has had his medication) and at least I have managed to get some good memories over the last couple of years, I am just so conscious that it is a literal ticking time bomb.
Basically, I am broken, I don’t know how i’ll ever recover, my dad is one of my absolute favourite people in the world, he has worked his entire life to provide for us and now his “retirement” will be spent wasting away slowly until the end, which may be 5 years or 20, and I don’t know which is worse.
Sorry for such a long rant, the hardest part is feeling so alone and isolated, no one knows what i’m going through and plenty of people say “well my Granny had dementia it was terrible so I know what you’re going through” You don’t. you think that you are being helpful but you’re not. This is my dad. The one who has cared for me my whole life, and I am 21 years old and i’m already having to think about care homes.
The saddest part is that he doesn’t even remember. I’ve seen posts here of people who have dementia and they are so aware and are able to do things about it, my dad was in denial for years, and now I have to listen to my mum remind him constantly what is wrong with him.
Thank you for reading this far, I just felt i needed to let out everything I was feeling, and hopefully if there are any other young carers in a similar situation then it could be good to start a thread sharing experiences so we can reassure eachother we’re not alone.
I have been trying to find a support group or something where I can talk to people about the harsh realities of caring for someone with dementia.
This seemed like a good a place as any, so here goes…
I am 21 years old, and almost a year ago my dad was diagnosed with early onset alzheimer’s. He’s barely even in his fifties. We all knew he’d been struggling for a long time, he was very anxious and angry and couldn’t cope at work anymore. Then COVID hit and we all had to go into lockdown, which I think sped up the entire process. All of my dad’s usual routine went out the window, all of the hobbies he used to indulge in just ceased to exist, he has simply become a hollow shell of who he used to be.
It’s breaking me, it is literally torture to see the life fading from behind his eyes, I always dreamt of him walking me down the aisle, holding my children and playing with them, pottering about in the garden well into his 80s. But now, it’s all slipping away, so quickly, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it. I just don’t understand how anyone can live through this, knowing it doesn’t get any better. My grandmother also had Dementia and she passed away 5 years ago today. By the end she was practically comatose on a vibrating bed, unable to move, talk, or even recognise those around her.
I can’t get that image out of my head that that will be my dad before we know it, and I am only 21. It feels so cruel and so unfair and I am so desperately sad that the best of him is long gone and i’ll never get it back.
I can’t help but think of the things that i didn’t know were my lasts with him, like the last time he drove me somewhere, or the last time we played a board game together.
In a lot of ways we are blessed that my dad is a funny and sweet man, recently he has let go of a lot of his stress and his anxiety so he is no where near as angry as he used to be (as long as he has had his medication) and at least I have managed to get some good memories over the last couple of years, I am just so conscious that it is a literal ticking time bomb.
Basically, I am broken, I don’t know how i’ll ever recover, my dad is one of my absolute favourite people in the world, he has worked his entire life to provide for us and now his “retirement” will be spent wasting away slowly until the end, which may be 5 years or 20, and I don’t know which is worse.
Sorry for such a long rant, the hardest part is feeling so alone and isolated, no one knows what i’m going through and plenty of people say “well my Granny had dementia it was terrible so I know what you’re going through” You don’t. you think that you are being helpful but you’re not. This is my dad. The one who has cared for me my whole life, and I am 21 years old and i’m already having to think about care homes.
The saddest part is that he doesn’t even remember. I’ve seen posts here of people who have dementia and they are so aware and are able to do things about it, my dad was in denial for years, and now I have to listen to my mum remind him constantly what is wrong with him.
Thank you for reading this far, I just felt i needed to let out everything I was feeling, and hopefully if there are any other young carers in a similar situation then it could be good to start a thread sharing experiences so we can reassure eachother we’re not alone.