Hello!
Before embarking on 1001 questions and queries about Alzheimer's, here is a little about the main players in our saga...
ME - In Scotland, 400 miles from my Dad. I wasn't supposed to be his carer, that was going to be my brother (he got Dad and I got the MIL) but he died the summer before the pandemic. When Dad and I had to make the decision to turn brother's machine off was when Dad first put in an appearance. I work (currently from home but with some out and about tasks which can't be done remotely) which meant that my OH moved South to look after Dad 3 years ago. If "they" hadn't moved my retirement back by 7 years (@£&%«¥€!) I would have retired by now but as it is I still have a few years to do.
i think I can handle the practicalities of Dad's situation however temperamentally i'm scared to death of adopting the primary care of my Dad (due shortly) and have a sensitivity setting that's set ridiculously high following damage done during some workplace bullying a few years ago.
HIM - My OH is so strong. Pretty much always right and extremely good at managing to get Dad to capitulate. I am not. Won't take any messing and doesn't have any strings that can be pulled. OH is also much needed in Scotland now as semi-derelict house needs his TLC even more than Dad does, so I'm taking over, making my caring role an issue at work and girding my loins for the long(ish) haul.......Dad is 97 after all.
DAD - used to be an Air Traffic Controller with a penchant for wordplay and puns who "burbles" now. Gone from being tidy, smart and a speaker on the local talks circuit ("My Life at the Airport") to somebody that won't brush his teeth, eats very little, is sometimes incontinent, puts his clothes on inside out and then attempts to wear them till they smell and who would sleep 20+ hours a day if we let him.
The thought of being on my own with Dad, dealing with all that we already know about, and with more to come, just makes me cry and as for how I will manage working after several midnight wandering sessions just fills me with dread. Once the train strike is over, it's Essex here I come so I'm starting to feel REALLY frightened now!
Before embarking on 1001 questions and queries about Alzheimer's, here is a little about the main players in our saga...
ME - In Scotland, 400 miles from my Dad. I wasn't supposed to be his carer, that was going to be my brother (he got Dad and I got the MIL) but he died the summer before the pandemic. When Dad and I had to make the decision to turn brother's machine off was when Dad first put in an appearance. I work (currently from home but with some out and about tasks which can't be done remotely) which meant that my OH moved South to look after Dad 3 years ago. If "they" hadn't moved my retirement back by 7 years (@£&%«¥€!) I would have retired by now but as it is I still have a few years to do.
i think I can handle the practicalities of Dad's situation however temperamentally i'm scared to death of adopting the primary care of my Dad (due shortly) and have a sensitivity setting that's set ridiculously high following damage done during some workplace bullying a few years ago.
HIM - My OH is so strong. Pretty much always right and extremely good at managing to get Dad to capitulate. I am not. Won't take any messing and doesn't have any strings that can be pulled. OH is also much needed in Scotland now as semi-derelict house needs his TLC even more than Dad does, so I'm taking over, making my caring role an issue at work and girding my loins for the long(ish) haul.......Dad is 97 after all.
DAD - used to be an Air Traffic Controller with a penchant for wordplay and puns who "burbles" now. Gone from being tidy, smart and a speaker on the local talks circuit ("My Life at the Airport") to somebody that won't brush his teeth, eats very little, is sometimes incontinent, puts his clothes on inside out and then attempts to wear them till they smell and who would sleep 20+ hours a day if we let him.
The thought of being on my own with Dad, dealing with all that we already know about, and with more to come, just makes me cry and as for how I will manage working after several midnight wandering sessions just fills me with dread. Once the train strike is over, it's Essex here I come so I'm starting to feel REALLY frightened now!