I'm sure I already mentioned that my uncle has Alzheimer's and that he's at a later stage. He cannot recognize his own home, his possessions, or who is still alive in his life.
He also has a wall covered with mirrors.
Lately we've had to lock him in his own house because he keeps trying to escape and we need sleep badly. We live right downstairs of this old house so we hear everything. We can't stay up there with him because he wakes everyone up with the same questions he's been asking for weeks on end.
So, we lock him in for the night. He started yelling that he needs to get home (like he's been doing the past few nights.) We already explained that he lives here, he's been living here for more than 60 years, and that he has no where else to go. After awhile we gave up trying explain things. (We even left notes for him)
He fell asleep for awhile. (And he needed sleep badly)
And at 4:30 in the morning, we hear crashing over our heads. Dad hears him say "help me break the glass" (whom he was talking to: his stuffed animal who he thinks is real) He goes up there to check is he's okay.
This man threw wine bottles at that fucking mirror wall. Huge chunks of shattered mirror everywhere. And he was trying to break through the fucking wall on the other side. Just because he doesn't think its his house.
As we're picking up the shards of mirror he's STILL trying to get out. We finish cleaning up and lock him back in.
This is literally the worst thing he's ever done...
We'd put him in a nursing home, but we promised we wouldn't.