Dear Lord, here we go again. Readers will probably be aware of my Dad and his ongoing paranoid delusions about our perfectly nice, normal neighbours. This morning, we've had the whole thing yet again - starting with "they've pushed our guttering along" followed by the usual rants about how evill they are, they are Mormons and all Mormons are evil, damaging our house, etc etc. The usual rubbish. Dad even went so far as to get our other neighbour to look at the "damaged" guttering because he's a builder. He was told "There's nothing at all wrong, it's all lined up as it should be and perfectly normal". Of course, as soon as Dad gets indoors, we hear "I don;t care what he said, someone has pushed the gutter along, anyway, I heard a noise last night and that was them doing it". This stuff almost drive Mum and me into nervous breakdowns a few months ago; we had visits from the pyschiatrist etc who confirmed the diagnosis of paranoid delusions. We changed to Exelon because of this and Dad started taking quitiapine (as he was becoming agressive as well). Eveything seemed to quiet down a lot, although we still had a few moans. Now it's all blown up again. Last time having heard the same tales I totally lost it and just shouted at Dad. I'm worried that he's going to drive me to that again. One day I'm just going to lose it and tell him that no, no-one does believe him because he's off his rocker with all this rubbish and that's what the pyschiatrist thinks, so he'd better go into a nursing home where "they" won't be able to get him. It sounds awful, but when Dad says "one day I will pack up and leave" or "it would be better if I wasn;t here" I'm afraid I shall say "well that's how I feel too".