Yesterday, I got the news that my dad has been diagnosed with Alzheimers. I'm not surprised, his mental faculties have been in decline for a while. Lots of repetitive counting, seeing things that aren't there (mosquitos and fleas), saying he doesn't recognise his house, wondering where the toilet is and how he's goign to get there even though he has a catheter, not recognising my sisters house, calling out for my aunts brother to come and help him, even though he's not seen him in years.
My dad cries because he wants to get out of his house, because he doesn't recognise it, and my mum cries because she can't believe she's got yet more to cope with, and with pity for my dad's situation.
It's harsh.
I'm worried about my own mental health, and want to do a degree to keep my mind active to give me a fighting chance at not getting it.
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