Learning from a father’s ‘rage’
For 11 years I pleaded with my elderly father to allow a caregiver to help him with my ailing mother, but after 55 years of loving each other he adamantly insisted on taking care of her himself. Every caregiver I hired to help him sighed in exasperation, “Jacqueline, I just can’t work with your father—his temper is impossible to handle. I don’t think he’ll accept help until he’s on his knees himself.”
My father had always been 90% great, but boy that temper was a doozy. He’d never turned it on me before, but then again I’d never gone against his wishes either. When my mother nearly died from an infection caused by his inability to continue to care for her, I flew from southern California to San Francisco to try to save her life—having no idea that in the process it would nearly cost me my own.
Early signs of dementia?
|Things got serious. My father had never laid a hand on me my whole life, but one day nearly choked me to death for adding HBO to his cable bill.|
I spent three months nursing my 82-pound mother back to relative health, while my father would say he loved me one minute but then getting furious over some trivial thing, call me nasty names, and throw me out of the house the next. I was stunned to see him get so upset—even running the washing machine could cause a tizzy, and there was no way to reason with him. It was so heart wrenching to have my once-adoring father turn against me.
I immediately took my father to his doctor and was flabbergasted that he could act normal when he needed to! I could not believe it when the doctor looked at me as if I was the crazy one. She didn’t even take me seriously when I reported that my father nearly electrocuted my mother, but luckily I walked in three seconds before he plugged in a huge power strip that was soaking in a tub of water—along with my mother’s feet! Much later I was furious to find out my father had instructed his doctor (and everyone) not to listen to anything I said, because I was just a liar and all I wanted was his money.
Then things got serious. My father had never laid a hand on me my whole life, but one day nearly choked me to death for adding HBO to his cable bill, even though he had eagerly consented to it a few days before. Terrified, I dialed 911 and the police took him to the hospital for evaluation. I was so shocked when they released him right away, saying they couldn’t find anything wrong with him. What is even more astonishing is that similar incidents occurred three more times.
I was trapped. I couldn’t fly home and leave my mother alone with my father—she’d surely die from his inability to care for her. I couldn’t get healthcare professionals to believe me—my father was always so sane in front of them. I couldn’t get medication to calm him and even when I finally did—he refused to take it, threw it in my face, or flushed it down the toilet. I couldn’t get him to accept a caregiver and even when I did—no one would put up with him very long. I couldn’t place my mother in a nursing home—he’d just take her out. I couldn’t put him in a home—he didn’t qualify. They both refused Assisted Living—legally I couldn’t force them.
I became a prisoner in my parents’ home for nearly a year trying to solve crisis after crisis, crying rivers daily, and infuriated with an unsympathetic medical system that wasn’t helping me appropriately.
Dementia specialist makes diagnosis
| TEN WARNING SIGNS OF ALZHEIMER’S|
(Reprinted with permission of the Alzheimer’s Association)
1. Memory loss
Expanded Descriptions: www.ElderRage.com/Alzheimers.asp
You don’t need a doctorate degree to know something is wrong, but you do need the right doctor who can diagnose and treat dementia properly. Finally, I stumbled upon a neurologist specialized in dementia who performed a battery of blood, neurological, memory tests, and CT/P.E.T. scans. He also reviewed my parents’ medications and ruled out reversible dementias such as a B12 or thyroid deficiency. And then, you should have seen my face drop when he diagnosed Stage One Alzheimer’s in both of my parents—something all their other doctors had missed entirely.
What I’d been coping with was the beginning of Alzheimer’s, which begins intermittently and appears to come and go. I didn’t understand that my father was addicted and trapped in his own bad behavior of a lifetime and his habit of yelling to get his way was coming out over things that were illogical … at times. I also didn’t understand that demented does not mean dumb (a concept not widely appreciated) and that he was still socially adjusted never to show his “Hyde” side to anyone outside the family. Even with the onset of dementia, it was amazing he could still be so manipulative and crafty. On the other hand, my mother was as sweet and lovely as she’d always been.
Balancing brain chemistry
After the neurologist treated the dementia, and the depression (often present with dementia) in both parents, he prescribed a small dose of anti-aggression medication for my father, which helped smooth is his temper without making him sleep all day. (I wish we’d had that 50 years ago.) It wasn’t easy to get the dosages right and not perfect, but at least we didn’t need police intervention any longer. And once my parents’ brain chemistries were better balanced, I was able to optimize nutrition, fluid intake, and all their medications with much less resistance.
Creative behavioral techniques
With balanced brain chemistry, I was also able to implement techniques to cope with the bizarre behaviors. Instead of logic and reason—I used distraction, redirection, and reminiscence. Instead of arguing the facts—I agreed, validated frustrated feelings, and lived in their realities. I learned to just “go with the flow” and let the nasty comments roll off. And if none of that worked, the bribe of ice cream worked the best to get my father in the shower, even as he swore a blue streak at me he’d just taken one yesterday (over a week ago).
Then finally, I was able to get my father to accept a caregiver (he’d only alienated 40 that year—most only there for about 10 minutes), and with the benefit of Adult Day Care five days a week for them and a support group for me, everything started to fall into place. It was so wonderful to hear my father say once again, “We love you so much, sweetheart.”
What is so shocking is that no one ever discussed the possibility of the beginning of dementia with me that first year. I was told my parents’ “senior moments” and odd behaviors were just old age and a “normal part of aging.” Since one out of eight by age 65, and nearly half by age 85 get Alzheimer’s—I should have been alerted.
Healthcare professionals can make a difference
Healthcare professionals can help families understand dementia symptoms sooner, simply by giving them the Ten Warning Signs of Alzheimer’s. By taking the time to educate families and staff how to cope with dementia behaviors, much heartache can be avoided. Additionally, materials and education that help persuade their elderly loved one to enter a care facility will help make the transitions easier.
Jacqueline Marcell is an eldercare advocate and author of the bestselling book, “Elder Rage”, which includes an addendum by dementia specialist, Rodman Shankle MS, MD, making it also valuable for healthcare professionals and required text at numerous universities for courses in geriatric assessment and management. Over 50 endorsements include Hugh Downs, Regis Philbin, John Hopkins Memory Clinic, and the National Adult Day Services Association who bestowed their Media Award on Jacqueline. She also received Advocate of the Year from the National Association of Women Business Owners at their Remarkable Women Awards. Jacqueline is a sought after international speaker who also hosts the “Coping with Caregiving” radio program heard free at www.wsRadio.com/CopingWithCaregiving. Also a breast cancer survivor, Jacqueline advocates that everyone (especially caregivers) closely monitor their own health. For more about Jacqueline see www.ElderRage.com.