I met my husband in ‘98 at Law school orientation and at that time, he had just lost his mom and was caring for his depressed dad, a physician, who had relied on her for everything, and was lost. Having lost my dad at 15 to cancer, I took it upon myself to include him on our dates, our events, our whole life. Husband has one sister who has mental issues and can barely care for herself, though that’s another story. Eventually, we got married, moved out on our own and lived with our two girls in a quad level home. Fast forward to 2013 - we would race to his home because he wouldn’t answer his phone to find him disheveled with empty alcohol bottles all over the house. Once, we came home from vacation to find he had fallen down the stairs and broke his back. We decided he needed to move in, and he got his own room, our girls had to share one, and we had the last room. Only two baths. Needless to say, that was a nightmare. He’s deaf in one ear and has always been reclusive to the point he can sit in the same spot on the couch all day long blaring the tv that could be heard outside. His bathroom issues meant we could not use the bathroom until we cleaned it, every time. And he’d have to use all the bathrooms since he couldn’t get into the tub, so he’d use our shower, and use the girls’ bathroom taking his sweet old time while they would have to get ready for school. All hours of the day and night. Just absolute chaos. So we decided to move to a home that accommodated him - a suite with a bedroom, bathroom and sitting room. For the last two years, we’ve been in the new Home (which is so beautiful and used to smell so good), but I am on the verge of exploding. As I write this, it is 39 degrees and I have my windows and doors wide open because he walks around smelling like urine every day. We got him depends that took awhile for him to use, but now he walks around with them in his hand, touching everything in sight to get to the garage to throw it out. I live my life on a daily basis so angry and bitter that these are the years I have with my children I am constantly cleaning after a man who is hostile, unappreciative, needy and thinks we are servants. I know in my mind it’s not his fault, but I can’t take it anymore. He is a dr and hasn’t seen a doctor ever as long as I’ve been around and has never been diagnosed, but it’s obvious he has dementia. We took the keys away a couple years ago and literally do everything for him. My husband and I also run our own law firm and our marriage has been destroyed completely with the dark cloud over our head. If we send him to a home, in almost 20 years of practicing law, we know the horror stories and don’t have time for that. He has no money and we don’t have extra money to pay for private help. I've begged my husband to take him to the dr so we can get options, and he refuses because he believes it will open up a whole can of worms of a life of dr visits which we definitely do not have time for, and there’s nothing they can do. No family, certainly not his self absorbed daughter, has ever lifted a finger. I’m 42, never took a honeymoon, can’t even go on a date because I don’t want my kids to be left with the responsibility of his sickness. I’m just so sick and tired of feeling hatred for this situation and I need help. I need a step by step guide on what the heck do I do to stay sane and practically deal with a destroyed home (I am OCD about cleanliness) and a Dad whose mind works enough to do what he wants, but doesn’t work to be hygienic or take an ounce of responsibility like putting your cup in the dishwasher. So sick of it and I have lost joy in my heart over carrying this load, as I know my husband has. Every single day it’s a fight - Dad, have you showered today? Dad, please put the underwear in a bag before you throw it out. Dad, you need to wash your hands. Dad, please do not put the used underwear in the laundry basket (that sits there and stinks the whole house up repulsively). I can go on forever but it makes me more mad. He will come out of his suite, say while we are all watching tv with the kids and just stands and stares and stares. I ask what are you doing? And he responds with hostility - what does it look like I’m doing? I feel like I fell down a rabbit hole almost every day of my life with the nonsense we live. Please someone help.
You need to make a decision, now. Will you let things continue on the way they are? You know the consequences of that. You’re 3/4 of the way there now. Or, will you invest in some marriage counseling and try to save your marriage, which will include finding somewhere for Dad? The end result depends on which way you and your husband decide to go. Dementia only gets worse, especially if there were addictions and mental issues in the past. The solution is up to you and how much more you will tolerate before you finally say “enough!”
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Why today? What's just happened that made you post today?
You are negligent in not attempting to get fil the medical care he needs. You do not know there is nothing they can do. If fil has no financial resources medicaid can be applied for. He sounds to be past the ALF stage.
My greatest concern is for your children who are being brought up in a very toxic environment, in more than one sense of the word. Your greatest responsibility is to them and providing them with a healthy nurturing home.
I know what I have written is harsh, as is your situation, but you are neglecting the needs of your children and that must be addressed.
Have your husband read these responses, then make an appointment with a marriage counsellor.
But you have time to run after and clean and cater to him 24 hours a day? At the risk of your marriage? And your children? And not all Nursing Homes are horror stories. I couldn’t get Mom into my #1 choice because I just couldn’t wait any longer, so I opted for #2 when a bed was available. It’s not perfect but I am very happy with it. #1 choice probably wouldn’t have been perfect either. And you can always move him if you find it’s truly not up to par. Do your due diligence first. The point is you have choices. Status quo is not one of them. Your FIL will see a doctor, get his meds, and have people to clean up after him, and make sure he is safe and as healthy as possible. You hear horror stories but I dont think the happy stories get any media attention. But there are far more elders and their families who are happy with the care. Post back on here and you will get lots of advice from people who have gone or are going through what you are.
Save your home and your marriage and put this person in a facility that can meet his needs. NOW!
Since when have his life choices been more important than those of you, your husband and children? It sounds like he has ruled the roost the entire time. He will die one day, whether or not his is in a nursing home.
You and your family deserve a life, holidays, clean bathrooms and no nastiness in your home.
Let's think about "horror stories." What you wrote is pretty horror-filled. Your FIL suffers dementia, which means it will be a long goodbye, with him getting more and more confused, ending in death in who knows how long.
After reading the book by Atul Gwande, Being Mortal, and looking at the website that goes along with it named something like, the conversation, I decided I don't want to live like that for long. If I'm on meds to control disease when I'm diagnosed with dementia, right now, I don't think I want to continue my meds. I'd rather have something else take me out - heart attack being #1 in my book!
With that in mind, a deadly fall in a nursing home, fatal mis-medication in a nursing home, or anything that goes wrong that causes me to die earlier once I'm in the throes of dementia - those don't look so horrible to me.
It's all a matter of perspective. Living longer with severe dementia is not part of my plan.
I fail to see the connection between him being lucid (which in my mind is questionable) and putting him in a home being a death sentence. He needs a full geriatric psychiatric evaluation. He may have had his hair cut etc., but his mental/brain illness has not been addressed and has been allowed to dominate your home. Before you can look for a facility he needs to be assessed as to what type of care is appropriate. Ask his dr for a full assessment. Professional care and the proper meds can greatly improve his quality of life.
I grew up with a mentally ill mother, so I know first hand the damage that causes.
I am glad you have "seen the light" and that you feel that you and your husband can tackle this problem successfully. You need to educate yourselves about how to get an evaluation, about the diseases of aging, and then proper placement in a facility. There are drugs that help dementias though they do not cure. Things can only get better for all of you, even though he will deteriorate further. There is much information on this site.
Wishing you the best for your family.
Getting FIL to the doctor is step one. Getting a professional needs assessment from the local Area Agency on Aging, or a private geriatric care manager could be step two. Finding a facility is step 3.
Imagine being able to plan a family outing and everyone is actually looking forward to seeing grandpa.
I toured about 10 facilities in just under 1 week. There is a question here asking should I or shouldn't I or home care vs. AL (I can't remember and if I go looking I loose what I have written) and another poster gave step by step instructions on how to pick. I will search and come back.
When you go there, the rooms are decorated by designers with fancy furniture and offer stimulating activities. The menus are gourmet and housekeeping services and other amenities sound great. But they are still filled with old, frail people needing help and care. There is nothing pretty about that.
No matter how nice the facility is, the harsh reality is that the old folks are on their last leg. That's hard to look at. So the facility "appears" bad when, in reality, it's the seniors that look bad. Because you will be seeing elders in various states of disability, you may think the caregivers are to blame. But, having been there, most times they are doing a good job, if not better.
My late ex-FIL wouldn't visit people in nursing homes because he "felt bad for them". (What a stupid reason.) The fact is he was ignoring his relatives because he found the sight of someone who was totally dependent, disgusting. (people who need diapers changed or to be fed, etc.) We don't like to see that but that's real life-baby. It could happen to all of us.
So, tour whichever facilities in your area that would be appropriate for him, get him out of your house, normalize your family, clean your home and get on with life. You can visit "dad" a couple of times a week and finally restore your relationships with your husband and kids.
It's a pile of poo that he'd "just die" in a place like that. If you don't do something it will cost you dearly in the end. Is he worth dissolving your marriage and business and dividing up your kids?
Find a SNF near your home or near your work, put him there and visit multiple times weekly, even if it is only 15-30 minutes.
Good luck and don't look back with regret. You have done plenty. You need to take back your life, your health and especially your marriage. There is nothing wrong with doing that. If you stay on your current path, it will age you and your spouse rapidly and FIL will outlive you both.
I understand you not wanting to put him into a Nursing Home but...It maybe time. It's not fair for your family to deal with him. You have done your best to accommodate him and it's not working. It's not worth your family.
Once you have your new "friends" involved, I'm sure they will include in their records how bad his memory is, especially if you ask them to note it since Doc showtimed at the Dr office. Be sure to present the HC workers as friends not as staff, and act like you've all known them for years. He will likely play along if he does not remember. Compliance is the goal.