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I am writing this for me, as an exercise in cathartic therapy. I need to get it out of me. At times its funny, and at times its very sad, especially when one considers that my father was a very strong willed, demanding individual who has been reduced to needing help just to find the bathroom.

My Father has dementia. This is a terrible condition, which can strip you of all your dignity, and reduce you to an incomprehensible heap of autonomic flesh. As the neurons in your brain misfire and steadily lose their ability to communicate with other brain cells, the result is an inability to function, loss of independence and a situation which breaks the hearts of your loved ones.

I am going to post the story and ongoing saga here. If it helps someone deal with a similar issue in their lives then together we shall have understanding. However I just feel I really need to release it from my mind. That the very action of writing it down will help to push it out of me, and as it has been said, get the poison out.