Crisis point

Dad has deteriorated, big time.

He phoned me the other day, crying too much to be able to speak coherently, said he was sorry and that he couldn’t find a way out. He was talking about killing himself. I had to threaten to phone an ambulance to get him to calm down, and then luckily my mum came in (he had been on his own).

He saw a psychiatrist today; she admitted him to a psychiatric unit.

My poor, poor dad. I can’t bear the fact that he’s in this state. I hate it. All he’s ever done is to do his best, work hard, provide for his family and been a gentle, caring man. And what does he get in return? This absolute agitation, where he can’t think straight, listen, or function.

Absolutely sucks, doesn’t it?

 

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4 responses to “Crisis point

  1. It really does. I hope that he’ll get the care he needs and be out soon.

    Take care.

  2. Ooh *hug* how awful.

    If I can be of any help at all then just give me a call.

  3. Oh, honey. I’m so, so sorry. Your poor Dad. Your poor Mum. Poor you!

  4. Many, many hugs. Lots of them. Oh, this is so hard on you all. So sorry.

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