It makes me so sad when I read that people refuse to acknowledge there is a problem and to accept any help and support.
Dad and Mum were like that during her Alzheimer's. He cared for her at home alone for several years. It nearly broke him, he was on his knees with exhaustion.
It was only when Mum had a bad fall and ended up in hospital, and social services got involved and told me to overrule them (I had power of attorney), that they had to accept help otherwise the hospital was refusing to discharge her. They loved the carers!
Mum died and he moved to be nearer us. He lives in an extra-care apartment. To start with he didn't need any support, he had his car and was completely independent.
Gradually he started struggling with fairly simple tasks, and was aware of it.
He was getting increasingly agitated and would say, "I just want to know what's going on inside my head."
His GP referred him for an MRI scan. The mental health team came to see him at home and ran through the test questions with him.
The outcome was a diagnosis of vascular dementia. No medication suitable.
That was two years ago. He had to stop driving, that was hard for him but we'd already taken his keys "just while we wait for the scan results" and never gave them back.
The on-site carers have gradually taken on more of his day to day care: medication, meals, laundry, shopping, cleaning. They accompany him to appointments if I can't take him (I'm still working).
He goes to a local private daycare centre four days a week. They pick him up and take him home.
Getting out and about, and having company, was what the mental health team strongly recommended.
Dad's 92 now and says he feels safe living in his apartment.
He's very calm and has a good quality of life.
How long for, remains to be seen. We have the annual mental health review in a week's time 🤞