My dad with SZ had a severe stroke in October. He’s 66 years old. Since then he has lost the ability to speak. He attempted to take his life in December but was too weak to carry the action out. It is now 6 months later and he has been diagnosed with middle-stage dementia. He had been showing early signs before the stroke. But now it has advanced greatly. He is incontinent of urine, is chronically confused about situation and place, forgets the use of everyday objects, and needs to be fed. He also needs constant direction and supervision.
Recently I read about the short-life expectancy of persons diagnosed with SZ. My dad has a long hx of smoking, cardiovascular disease, ETOH, drug abuse, and 50 years on anti-psychotics/anti-depressants. It makes sense, I guess.
I am 22 years old. I am coping the best I can. I know my grandmother would want me to become as independent and successful as possible, but I also know she would want my dad to be taken care of and receive care with his human dignity in mind. I am at a crossroads. I am so sorry, Daddy. I am so sorry I cannot take care of you like grandma did. I hope someday you can be at peace with grandma and grandpa by your side, and never ever have to defend yourself against the voices again.