My mum's mobility continues to be an issue and following a hospital appointment last month, she was fitted with a back brace, which will hopefully help with pain relief for her fractured back. The vest was somewhat of a contraption. And I knew straight away that this was beyond my dad's capabilities to put it on/take it off (he's the one with VD). So for the first week I was nipping out of work to fit it and then back up in the evening to take it off..... it was yet another job to my ever increasing To Do list.... I contacted the GP asking whether there was a service my mum could be referred to for carers to come in the morning/evening to help fit/remove the brace. We had a massive breakthrough and a couple of days later, the carers started. It's been amazing. My next step was to find them a cleaner. A recommendation of a friend of friend came and we met at my M&Ds house. Lovely lady, is a carer in her other job so an absolute perfect fit. I showed her round the house and introduced her to dad. Dad was so cheerful - said all the 'right' things and was very appreciative. She left with arrangements in place that she'll start next week. I felt like another small weight had been lifted. I left the house before the evening carer arrived to remove the brace. During my daily morning call to mum this morning- - I asked what evening she'd had. Dad had apparently had 'lost it'. After the evening carer had been and gone he got very animated and shouting asking why his house was being taken over...... suspicious of everyone. Mum tried to explain that the carers are temporary whilst she needs to wear the brace - he couldn't remember she'd been wearing the brace and aggressively questioned 'what the b****y hell is wrong with you' After initially feeling so happy that they / I was getting help - I now worry that I've caused this extra anxiety for my dad.