Hello again Aisling,
I've just caught up on things having not been on here for a while with too much going on ( not that everyone else doesn't have too much going on!). I'm so sorry you are having a rough time. I don't understand how people can be so thoughtless and unkind in their comments towards you, and this from so-called friends. I, and my mum have found nothing but kindness from friends, family and strangers, but most of my friends are nurses. My mum and Dad have always been quite private people but my mum has found such kindness and strength from talking to people, often strangers round her park walking her dog.
I'm not sure if you remember but I was looking for a care home for Dad and was struggling to find one that would take him with 'challenging behaviour'. I've visited some lovely homes and one offered Dad a trial for the day. Ever optimistic I dropped him off at 11am very happy and he was given a named career to spend time with and I was due to pick him up at 4 and I reassured him I would be back. I did not tell dad this was his potential home but just a place to visit for the day and the staff knew that. However, I got a call within an hour saying he wanted to leave, was trying to kick the doors in and threatening to kill people, although he had not physically hurt anyone (thank goodness). He wouldn't take a lorazepam for them and when I arrived he was waiting at the door for me very angry just wanting to go home. He cheered up pretty soon after leaving like a kid who had just thrown his toys out of his pram and remembered nothing of it later.
Mum and I just shrugged our shoulders realising it was going to be harder than we thought!
Since then dad was kicking off almost daily and we were at our wits end as the lorazepam no longer seemed to be working and diazepam just made him less coordinated and do even more bizarre things. I was phoning everyone who would listen to me as the police had been called several times when I was at work so she was not able to get hold of me to help her.
Last week a lovely kind social worker who has been wonderful despite not being dads actual sw got involved and contacted dads consultant and within a matter of hours we had psychiatric nurses round convincing dad he needed to spend some time in hospital for a medication review and to our surprise he let us take him. He was like a gentle lamb and the nurses weren't sure why they were admitting him until I showed them a brief video I took on my phone of him kicking off the day before. I've never done it before because it feels wrong and I hate to see it but this time I'm glad I did.
On admission Dad was lovely and in the same ward he was in last year, and the staff remembered him but the next few days he kicked off big time and even the staff on the unit struggled to cope with him- it was so upsetting to see him so angry and he was angry with me and mum for 'dumping him there'. Sometimes he can be so aware. I know they don't automatically sedate people but it took 4 staff to hold him down and give him an injection for his and everyone else's safety. This was the pattern for a few days- he was so drugged he could hardly walk, lift his head, coordinate or feed himself. Now he is on olanzapine and diazepam and hasn't kicked off for a couple of days but is still very drugged up and keeps going to sit on the floor when there isn't a chair behind him and although strong enough he can't coordinate to get himself up! This is a man I take down the gym 3 x a week and walks over a mile round the park every day and my mum takes to a tea dance weekly( admittedly he can only remember how to waltz now). I hope they don't leave him in this state as the best they can get him as he has no quality of life.
Mum and I visit daily at alternate times but I seem to get the best of dad as he can still be quite hard on her and I can see it's breaking her heart.
The plan is to get dad to a nursing home from here, which will be easier for us to say it's not our decision any more but I actually feel my heart aching for mum and dad. The day dad went in last week we both realised that was his last night at home and it makes me so sad because at 70, and otherwise healthy he still has a lot of living to do.
Dad doesn't always recognise who I am but is always happy to see me ( except for the first few days). Sometimes I can be sitting next to him chatting for hours and suddenly he will look up and see me and say 'oh hello darling, I didn't realise you were there'!
I don't know if it's his condition or the meds but he mumbles a lot, is definitely hallucinating and picking things up off the floor and talking to people who aren't there, which he did a bit before but not all the time. He shuffles like an old man and walks in to things, which is new and struggles to feed himself. Dad has poor perception and cannot read and doesn't look at the tv when it is on, which is not new, so engaging him in physical things and music have been his main enjoyment in life but all he can do at the moment is listen to music( he has an iPod in hospital) but sometimes gets too agitated to listen to it.
Reading everyone's individual stories on here makes me realise we are lucky to be getting help but have a rocky road ahead. Our lives are on hold with dad in hospital and we are visiting as much as we can as he is usually calmer when one of us visit but l certainly can't keep it up indefinitely, and I also need the staff to get a true picture of him when we aren't there. This whole illness is so heartbreaking and I totally take on board that once a loved one goes into a care home you still remain the carer but it's difficult to hand over some of that responsibility.
Sorry to go on on your thread again. You really deserve some lovely friends like those on here nearby. I see so many similarities between your situation and my mums and will continue to follow but will try not to blurt all my own stuff out on your posting again.
Big hugs Aisling xxx