As you know my Dad is experiencing dementia too. He was raised by his Uncle who he named me after. Half the time I am not sure who he thinks i am, Uncle Tom or his son Tom. When ever I do something he does not like I become to him even another Tom, the one he does not like that much.
It's bizarre for sure. My Dad does the same thing. If he decided he doesn't like what I said or did, even though it was just something that needed to be done, practical, he identifies me with a step mother he had when he was little that abused him. How she took his tricycle away.
Thank God he is in a facility with professional care.
Just the constant flow of stool and urine all over everything is too much for me.
and then he wants to tell me what to do. How he needs to go to the bank. Yikes.
Get his license back and buy a car...
They never should have taken his license away. We just settled the law suit for the people that were injured from the wreck he had 2 years ago.
According to him a car was parked on the interstate travel lane.
It goes on and on. Everything he touches auto-destructs....
A walking jinx.
About all I can do at this point is to see that he has the basics and is as comfortable as possible.
He's in the hospital again, this time influenza a. No one can go into his room without wearing a mask and he has a sitter 24/7 because he tries to take the antibiotic IV out.
There isn't anyone else. He is the center of everything. He is living in his mind. Doesn't matter if it connects to the physical world or not.
WWII generation. He has put all his faith into his own mind and physical body. There isn't anything else. But his mind can't solve this problem.... And his body is pretty much useless...
It's his life. He had every opportunity to consider a higher dimension but virulently opposed it. He would stop me from accessing transcendence by demanding I pay attention to him. He's kind of a demon...
But he is my father. I wish him well. He's not all bad. But he sure isn't practiced in transcendence.
Hare Krishna....
The picture is not my father's picture but that is the look he has....
A few weeks back my wife and I went through the same ritual. My father passed away sometime in March this year having led a full life. So many memories were involved, in the letters, cards and knick knacks, but as rightly said, they were full of silverfish and others.
And we too have a trunkload of photographs which have to sorted out and dealt from the fded beige of the 50's to the modern colour photos of the noughties and also the current decade.