It's becoming taxing on me, my life. My mother died in 2013; she was controlling (histrionic personality). My father was always just horribly mean until he retired in 2004, and he went insane. We thought he had a brain tumor; they said bipolar. He went off meds in 2005 and 2013 (to spite my mother) and had two more full psychotic breaks. I mean, "I am God," "the end is near," "they're trying to poison us all," and "the aliens are coming." The last one in 2013 really fried his brain; they wouldn't/couldn't get him on meds for a few months. Being hypermanic (awake all the time and throwing your life's belongings away) and psychotic that long fries your brain. Since he came down from that, he has done less and less. He is in his recliner basically all day, every day for over a year. He responds to maybe half my questions, normally with a "ya." He wouldn't give me POA when mom died (and recently claimed I had it) and thinks he's fine but he really can't properly communicate. Yet, he can fool others. They just say, "How are you?" He says, "Good." He did add me to his checking account (his idea) so now I can pay for bills instead of hounding him to do it for weeks which he finds difficult because his vision is poor, and he can't think straight. I got him to go to the vision doctor (for driver's license renewal) but the doctor refused to sign, trying to "blackmail him" (his words) to see a real eye doctor which he refused. I can't have discussions with him as he mostly just stares at me. He had dementia testing after the hospital in 2013 and had mild to moderate deficits but they couldn't diagnose anything because of his mental illness. I work full time (only 10 days off her year), take care of dozens of animals, a 19 room house, and 5 acres basically 100% on my own, do all household and yard chores, and I'm just spent. I'm 42 and never left home and was probably doing 80% of the chores about three years back. When am I allowed to be happy? My mother and the nasty woman my brother married never worked full time after they married but I was too ugly to get a husband so I have to work and work and work and work and work. Oh, and my brother's help is rare but appreciated. I got him to help offload pea gravel and mulch today; the problem is I have no time to lay it in! Living with a zombie is exhausting. I need conversation! Oh, and dad hasn't used soap or shampoo in his daily one minute shower in over a year, and I can't take the smell anymore. ;-(
With respect to your father, there comes a time when we just can't do the care giving any longer because the person needs professional care and it would seem that your father has really been needing that for many years. Do as looloo suggests and make a lot of calls to see what can be done. In my humble opinion your father needs to be placed in a facility that specializes in caring for the mentally ill asap.
As phone calls may well get you the brush off, if/when he has another psychotic episode call 911 immediately and have him taken to the ER before he hurts you or himself. Once at the hospital refuse to take him back and let the authorities get involved. You can't keep taking him back and when you refuse to do so you'd be surprised at how fast you get some action/help. Good luck!
What captain suggested about downsizing the animals is a good suggestion. I'm an animal lover too, but this an unsustainable situation, so see what you can do.
And Jeannegibbs questions for you--you need to examine how things got to this point, and why you believe it's so hopeless. That's just not so. Start seeing a therapist, preferably one with expertise in adults w/ mentally ill parents.
Why are you going this? No one is "too ugly" to get married, and in any case, getting married is not the only way adult women live on their own.
I think I can understand how you fell into this trap, but I'm having a harder time understanding why you are staying in it. If your father is in his 70s (guessing based on his retirement year) he might need care for another 20 years. Can you picture yourself not having a turn at being happy for that long?
Do we have to be so isolated? The forum is a godsend for me, I hope you feel the same; also I am whinging compared to you because I do have kids - and in fact one has just arrived to spend a few days with us, but there's a case in point. She hugged her Granny, then vanished into the tv room to watch a rugby match with my ex-SO - he'd recorded it for them to watch it together, which was lovely, but so there I was in the kitchen on me tod, as we say in England, cooking the dinner in between tending to mother and doing the laundry. I still haven't really spoken to a living soul, the operative word being soul, all day. Or, indeed, for several weeks.
Guy de Maupassant said that marriage is "an exchange of bad tempers by day and bad smells by night." (He wasn't quite so cynical about all relationships, just most of them.) I suppose you could say the same for caregiving?
Going back a bit: this idea that you can't diagnose dementia in mentally ill people sounds like a cop-out to me. My SIL is a psychiatrist specialising in adults with learning disability, and she seems to manage fine handling both depression and dementia in Down Syndrome patients - well, if she can spot these problems, I suspect your father's doctors should be trying harder. Not that I don't appreciate how difficult your father's lack of co-operation must make him to treat.
Given your father's hospitalisations, could you apply for guardianship? Would you want to? Your options, basically, are to wait for your father to die, God forbid; or to take control - maybe sell the property, move your father into dementia care, get your own place and start from the beginning. Gosh. Now I've written it down that seems like a lot of change in one go. But where *would* you like to start?