My brother has successfully talked to Dad, who thinks that he (Dad) set up the appointment. So we're just going to roll with that, since he's apparently very amenable to going to the appointment. (He told my brother that the hallucinations haven't been as bad lately, and then said he knows they're real and not actually hallucinations because they steal from him. [SPOILER: this is not true. Everything he says was stolen turns up in his apartment, generally in a closet.])
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Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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That appointment is going to SUCK and I am going to need to be filled with tacos and Ativan afterward. I'm changing my bet on Dad going directly from the appointment to a psych ward from 50-50 to 65-35 in favor of the psych ward.
Jeepers, Tep. I hope they can get your dad some kind of help, and I help the tacos and Ativan help you.
Um, he isn't still working, is he?
Um, he isn't still working, is he?
He is not. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, because I think the socialization aspect of it was good for him. But it's probably for the best that he's not working.
Yeah, I see what you mean.
We were talking about that! (Also wondering if we could rig up an electric shock whenever the phone rings, because we are also bad kids.)
We used a video Alexa so we could actually shout at him sometimes. I mean, we got it for more reasons but that turned out to be a handy one a few times. Or the Ring doorbell, if he happened to be out in the yard.
Good luck with the appointment, Steph, and I'm sorry you're having to deal with all of this.
Fingers crossed for this morning, Steph.
I hope the tacos are celebratory tacos for an appointment that goes well, as well as recovery tacos.
I had a most excellent fire for hours yesterday. Like 10' in the air of flame burning construction debris. Have to do it again today because I had to let it burn down at a reasonable hour. The pyromaniac in me is looking forward to having several a week for the next few weeks. Also, I am really good at building a fire. DH asked if I needed some kerosene to get it going, hell no! I got this.
This is the text I got from my brother this morning: "I just did a crash course through the Ohio Mental Health Code. I wanted to see where dad falls on the spectrum of gravely disabled and risk of imminent danger before we go in. It depends on how much he displays that his decision making is based on the hallucinations. However, his desire to use guns to defend himself from them does meet the definition of imminent threat to the safety of other persons and/or real property."
I have no idea what to expect out of this appointment. It's seeming more and more likely that Dad will need to be admitted as an inpatient to get the hallucinations under control. And that does seem like it would be for the best.