We spent last night trying to get Dad to go to bed instead of looking for a switch to shut off the jacuzzi. He couldn't figure out where the switch was even when we tried to explain that the switch was behind the door in the bathroom was the one. He was down stairs looking behind pictures on the wall trying to find the switch.
We had taken the ax away from him. We actually hid it, he found it and hid it himself from us and then forgot where it was. I spent awhile with him yesterday and found the ax and finally gave it to him. He began cutting the wood into small kindling wood that would burn in a few minutes. I've given up trying to explain anything to him. He can't seem to understand me anymore. He has flown into rages when we try to stop him from doing anything and that can be very tiring so now I avoid confrontation if possible.
My sister brought back some fancy chocolates from Ithaca yesterday and he wolfed them down like Hershey bars. Its very difficult to remember lately what he was like as a younger man. The disease changed his personality but there are bits and pieces of him from his more lucid days.
About Me
- Kimberly
- I am writing this blog to help survive the next 3 months with my father who has dementia. We are all from Vermont. I received a book from my Aunt that is a collection of old Vermont recipes from the late 30's into the mid 40's. After watching "Julie and Julia" I have decided to try some of the recipes in the book. I am hoping it will help cope with dealing with my father.
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