The denying my parentage . . .
The denying that I have any intelligence . . .
The denying of my humanity . . .
(demon and devil were mentioned)
We try to let it go, and blame the Dementia . . .
but this time it was one step beyond
and I lost myself to tears.
I sobbed as I bathed him,
and he realized he'd gone too far . . .
he tried to explain himself and apologize . . .
This is NOT dementia.
Now, when you go to a Doctor,
they ask if anyone is abusing you at home.
"Hmmm, my 87 year old Father kicks, hits, and scratches me . . . we won't even mention the verbal abuse."
I question my sanity.
the topper yesterday, was . . .
once again someone, (one of their friends),
asked why I didn't sell my home . . .
and just move here.