It was a long and busy day for me today. I mowed the lawn this morning, cleaned the house, did my laundry, and rearranged the living room furniture the way I wanted, instead of the way my Dad wanted it... Also, I was back at the mental facility in Sarasota to sign a bunch more papers and meet Dads doctor...
Turns out that Dad was seen by three psychiatrists at different times, and each had written their diagnosis of his condition.... Doctor #1 wrote... Very poor memory, poor insight & judgement, confused, dementia... Doctor #2 wrote.. Confused, paranoid, agitated, demented... Doctor #3 wrote.. Patient is confused, demented, paranoid, not able to care for himself, highly agitated...
I now feel totally justified in my action of having him comitted. Yes, I DID do the right thing! Since the source of my stress is gone, I'm feeling so much better, both mentally and physically. I'm relieved and free at last...
Now it's time to jump start my social life again, and my life as a Gay man. I'm free to live MY life again, do what I want when I want to without worring about taking care of Dad... It's a great feeling!
Time to find some lovin and happiness, and maybe a new roommate...
