My mother developed dementia and gradually she also became unable to use the stairs to get to her bedroom, the bathroom was downstairs. She was double incontinent. At one point she was admitted to hospital, assessed, and they said she could manage at home 'with a care package'.
I lived 30 miles distant, in a house with stairs, worked full-time, divorced single parent with son just starting uni and still living at home with me. I went to see her 3 times a week, took her laundry home and took food and toiletries etc to her. I cleaned the house as best I could and kept the front garden in some sort of order. The SS provided a hospital bed with rails, and various pieces of equipment.
A very good neighbour called in with her every morning at 6.30 and several times during the day, and closed her blinds at night, and several times rang me at 6.30am as mum had fallen and been on the floor for goodness knows how long. I would go down and do what I could and then back the 30 miles to get to work. Work was getting fed up with me. Also I was receiving lengthy phone calls from social workers, assessment doctors, etc.
Eventually when sorted, Carer came in 4 times each day (15 minutes) mother told carer she was already washed, said she had already eaten. (Meals on wheels called and the fridge was full on uneaten food). Incontinence pads were left everywhere. I put rubber sheeting on sofa covered it with a blanket.
SS still said she was ok with Care Package.
One day I got a phone call from Senior Soc. Worker who was 'concerned' about mother. Duty Soc Worker had made a routine call to the house, knocked on door and mother answered wearing only an incontinence pad. Poor mum, and she was such a private person.
Immediate, that day, Snr Soc Worker made arrangements and mum was taken into the 'geriatric assessment unit' and deemed in need of care. She had to be there for a few weeks until the new financial year and when the new years' funding would be available. Mum eventually went into a care home at the end of the street where I lived. She wasn't happy, it was heartbreaking. She was very confused but always knew me and my husband (I was remarried). She asked to come home with me and hubby and she'd look after our house while we worked and have our dinner ready each evening. She wouldn't eat and the staff would phone me to come down and talk with her, coax her to eat, but she looked at me blankly and just asked could she come home with me. I saw her every evening after work. After 6 weeks she took an infection and was taken to hospital. Septicemia took its' toll after 3 weeks.
It took the crisis to get help and care. The Care Home was very highly recommended to us by locals and by family who had worked there. Did she get an infection in the Care Home ?? I don't know. I do know that she couldn't stay in her own home.
And what choices do we have. We have choices but not many that we are happy making.
I tried to do everything, and sibling who lived only 4 miles from mum called in every few weeks, read the paper for 10 minutes and left. Sibling and I are very close but at that time mum's previous difficult nature had come home to roost and sibling made sibling's own choices. I paid the good neighbour to keep garden and hedges in order (from mum's own funds). My own head was 'turned' and as a previous poster mentioned, at one point I thought I was going to become a patient myself.
Go to GP, Age UK, make a noise, make a nuisance of yourself in order to get attention. Get advice from anywhere possible. And don't go on a guilt trip.