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[redelitev6]

Hi Boys and Girls....

Sorry but this post is very depressive but I need help or advice badly....so it may run on a bit.
My mother is almost ninety and is doing my head in. She lives in a flat and has got paranoid about others living around her.
She now thinks that they are using her heating. I said she will have to go into a home if she feels this badly, but she contradicts herself all the time, one day, yes, next day 'I'm not moving'.
She won't have anything to do with the Doctor, under the guise that they don't want old people in the surgery. I cannot argue in any way or contradict her in any way without her taking umbrage.
I just don't know what to do....anybody been through this

She might have a point-we've had plenty of cases here in Newcastle of people in upper flats lifting floor boards and tapping off electricity from light fittings,and some poor old biddy wondering why her leccy bill has suddenly gone up ! . on a more serious note, get as many people as possible involved , try the council for advice.

[Terbs]

Jereboam.....She is in her own flat, other old people around, but paranoid about upstais as 'they are not English'.
Moving out suggestions results in a torrent of abuse at me. Doctor made suggestions and received the cold shoulder since. Refuses to see him, or let me talk to him about medication.

redelitev6.....Reinforced concrete ceilings. Heating is two convector heaters 13amp. Cannot tap in to supply.

Thanks for concern and replies all of you...gonna have to cut off now as feeling too emotional.
Sorry chaps

[Webby the Bear]

i agree with a previous comment mate... im no doc but a course of anti depressants (aka happy pills) prescribed by the doc. these pills also have other benefits including lowering blood pressure (if high) and removing panic attacks (if the paranoid thing gets 2 much)

hope that helps.

[PhilRich]

Probably PM you later...Have been round to see her....its me now on the verge
I feel powerless...not going to post on here....not fair to others

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Don't be so bloody daft man! This is the General Discussion Area, exactly the place vent off your frustrations to your mates (that's what we all are whether we realise it or not ) It's having 'someone' to talk to that keeps you on an even keel in these kinds of situation terbert mate, so feel free to spout off here or you can bend my ear in a PM too any time you feel the need!

[Chris_H]

I'm not sure if I recounted on here about my dad (mentioned above and 85 years old at the time).

Wife and I had a couple of friends round and were on our first glass of red when the phone rang.  It was my mum saying 'Dad's shouting and we can't stop him'.  So I put the glass down and trotted round the corner.

Two of my parent's grand-daughters were staying over and this was about 10pm.  I asked my dad what was wrong and he said "I'm upstairs and I want to get down.  Will someone please show me the stairs!"  Problem:  He was in the downstairs lounge!

I took him in the kitchen and asked him where he was.
Him: "In the kitchen".
Me: "Is the kitchen upstairs or downstairs?"
Him: "Downstairs".
Me: {thinks} "Yippee!"
Him: "I'm upstairs and I want to get down.  Will someone please show me the stairs!" (I'm going to have to cut-and-paste this a bit!"

I take him to the stairs.
Me: "Those are the stairs"
Him: "Those ones go up.  I want the ones that go down"
Me: "They're the same"
Him: "No they're not!"

I take him upstairs.
Me: "Where are we?"
Him: "Upstairs".
Me: "Let's go down then"
[We do]
Me: "Where are we now"
Him: "Upstairs!  Will someone please show me the way down!"
Me: "Rats!"

By this time we have two paramedics in the kitchen using up the teabags and they're calling NHS Direct for a doctor (and not finding it easy ).  They were with us for 4 hours in all but NHS Direct changed shifts at midnight so a lot went back to square one at that point.  There was an impasse where a doctor would not come out until a social worker was on site and the latter wouldn't come without the doctor being there.  Doh!  And this was an NHS ambulance crew trying to make the system work!

So the whole house is in some kind of freeze-frame with my dad wandering from room to room slamming doors and trying to find the stairs, getting increasingly agitated.  I'm having to fire off a few jokes to keep the rest from taking it too seriously.

Anyway, at about 2am a Social Worker arrives at the door.  My dad flings the door open and greets said person as if a call at that time of the morning was normal.  The social worker gets the SP from me and the paramedics then returns to her car to have a case-conference with the doctor.

My (nurse) wife has joined the party by this time as our guests had absented themselves and she took my mum upstairs to pack a bag as we assumed my dad would be admitted to hospital.  My dad followed her up the stairs and repeated his mission statement: "I'm upstairs and I want to get down.  Will someone please show me the stairs!"  My wife had had enough of him and barked "They're right behind you there!"  whereupon after 4 hours of disillusionment he snapped out of it just in time for the doctor to ring at the door!  Drat!

He made a cup of hot chocolate and toast while he talked to the doctor and social worker and we all said "He was barking! Honest!".

So, by 4am he was in hospital having missed being sectioned by the skin of his teeth and they were able to diagnose his illness.

It didn't seem like a good use of my time then and it doesn't now.  Quite amusing though in hindsight.