Hello
I registered a week or so ago and was overwhelmed by peoples stories on here. My Dad has recently been moved into a nursing home. They seem to be giving him good care. But he doesn’t like it. He has asked for a stick to get out of the bed. I bought him one - it stands unused in his room. Now he wants crutches to get out of bed with a view to getting home. I can’t tell him that wont work because that seems cruel, to deny him the hope that he may one day be able to go home. I can’t explain to him that for him to go home the only way really would be for me to become a live in carer because he can’t be at home on his own now with only carers coming in 4 times a day and what would happen over night? I am already wracked with worry as it is, trying to get used to being in a nursing home. I had hoped this would be somewhere where he could settle, read his books have meals with other people perhaps make some friends. But no he stays in his room, in his bed. Isolated and increasingly fed up and thinking of mad plans. That part is him, has always been him. Disassociating himself from the reality in front of him preferring to imagine a distant reality somewhere else. So here we are. Me trying to work out how to get his hearing aids fixed remotely, Googling how to say metastatic and trying to think of things I can send him in the post to distract him in between his frequent daily naps. He is 91, he’ll be 92 in September. Now I’m off to see my mother who lives independently about 40 minutes away. Closer but with her own needs and worries. I am an only child. This is hard. I have become a carer, worried about my work and our finances but in a situation which I want to end but not really because that will be final and then I’ll miss them both so much but two thoughts can exist at the same time can’t they? I don’t know. One day at a time I say to myself and have been saying to myself for months, years now.