What's your therapist's rainfall for no repurcussions? That sounds hugely frustrating, and I'd be casting a string side eye at the therapist as well.
ION, my dad's dementia has raced ahead, and since he is physically healthy, my mom and sister can't get respite home care through Medicare. So we have made the horrible decision to put him in a nursing home. Dad's still a big guy, and mom and S have to watch him pretty literally 24/7.
He's so confused...he tries to leave the house all the time, to get back "where he belongs." We think he's trying to get back to my grandma's house. He thinks she's still alive. He doesn't know my mom, his wife of 45 years. She's "that lady." He straight up pulled an escape artist this Feb, and crawled out a window in his boxers and tee at 3 am, until my mom heard him on the front porch, and my sister found him in the basement, fooling around with my great-uncle's ancient .22 (there's no ammo in the house; my dad hadn't shot a gun since deer hunting in 1978.) But he was bound and determined to protect the house.
It would be heartbreaking in any case, but he watched the same thing happen to his mom, and told my sister and I flat out, many times over the years , "If this ever happens to me, just kill me." And of course, we can't. So we just get to see Daddy living through his worst nightmare.
I can't even deal. I'm a total Daddy's girl, I ADORE my father...and I'm praying for him to die soon, painlessly. I wanted him to stay around forever, but he's already gone. In his few moments of clarity, I see how terrified and trapped and miserable he is, and I can't stand his pain. This happened so fast.