Anyone else Autistic and caring for an elderly parent?

I cared for my mum from 1993 until her passing in 2012.  It was a nightmare that just got worse and worse.  Her dementia and other health problems just got worse over time, never better.

I gave up work in 1993 and started official caring after an insane situation.  I came home for the weekend on a Saturday morning to find my father watching TV at almost full volume. When I turned it down I heard my mother crying out in pain upstairs.  She has spent two days asking him to call a doctor, he ignored her request and just turned the volume on the television up so he couldn't hear her.

After I called a doctor and she went to hospital they  diagnosed pneumonia and a possible heart attack.  She then spent 3 weeks in hospital.

Robert124 said:

an insane situation

So sorry to read that.

It must have been so stressful for you.

It reminded me of what happened with my dad.

He had a heart attack overnight.

My mum didn't call an ambulance until many hours later.

She said it was because he said he didn't want one but she was also very wary of medical intervention (and refused it for herself).

He died that day.

He had had a heart attack previously in a public place and died and an angel in disguise gave him the kiss of life so we had a couple more years of his life .

The insanity in my family goes back a long long way.

Ten years before my mother's heart attack I was very ill and lying in bed for several days.  I spent a whole night awake, coughing up blood every few minutes.  We didn't have a phone in the house (days before mobiles) because my mother considered them an obscene monstrosity.  So getting any medical help was difficult.

I asked my mother to contact a doctor when she brought me breakfast in bed because I was unable to even get out of bed.  Instead she expressed deep disappointment, that after all the trouble she had gone to making breakfast and bringing it to me, I wasn't eating it.  It reminded me of the scene in 'Red Dwarf' where Kryten was bringing food to his dead skeleton shipmates for a million years.

She made no effort to contact a doctor or anyone.  My father spent hours ranting and raving around the house that I wasn't allowed to 'pretend to be ill'.

Eventually I managed to write a brief note asking for a GP to visit  me at home and my father hand delivered it to the GP surgery.

The insanity in my family goes back a long long way.

Ten years before my mother's heart attack I was very ill and lying in bed for several days.  I spent a whole night awake, coughing up blood every few minutes.  We didn't have a phone in the house (days before mobiles) because my mother considered them an obscene monstrosity.  So getting any medical help was difficult.

I asked my mother to contact a doctor when she brought me breakfast in bed because I was unable to even get out of bed.  Instead she expressed deep disappointment, that after all the trouble she had gone to making breakfast and bringing it to me, I wasn't eating it.  It reminded me of the scene in 'Red Dwarf' where Kryten was bringing food to his dead skeleton shipmates for a million years.

She made no effort to contact a doctor or anyone.  My father spent hours ranting and raving around the house that I wasn't allowed to 'pretend to be ill'.

Eventually I managed to write a brief note asking for a GP to visit  me at home and my father hand delivered it to the GP surgery.