. But they quickly became weirder and weirder. My dad was a professor who held three master's degrees, but he became convinced that he was working for people who called him on the phone and demanded he buy gift cards to support their online scams. He ordered boxes and boxes of questionable supplements that he was convinced he needed.
At the time, four years ago, I had twin infants and a toddler. I commonly found myself trapped between my children and my dad. Sometimes, when I was bleary-eyed after feeding babies all night long, I left the kids with my wife so I could talk to the police or meet with a doctor. Other times, when the emergency room called me yet again, I had to tell them I'm sorry, but I can't come get him. My sister and I somehow convinced my dad to get tested for dementia.
To avoid confronting his grim reality, my dad evaded questions. He had worked in adult-protective services, so he knew how to game the system. He understood the test for competency. If a doctor mentioned dementia, he would find a new provider. Because of that, he lived on his own until just before he died last fall. I went through a huge grieving process during the years my father was ill. The dad that I had known and grown up with was gone. The man in his place was angrier and more emotional.
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