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Phones are huge. Dad can’t hold them. Drops and destroyed. Phones are too big. Even Otterbox can’t protect them.

Lost. Dropped. Soaked. Run over.

The worst is having to set up the new or repaired phone because all the passwords are changed.

I beg him to contact me when he can’t log in to something but he winds up changing passwords that he will never remember.

The time spent trying to set up phones for him is irrational.

But this is what happens when you age and can’t think about the logical way to handle things.

I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated.

Phones are huge. Dad can’t hold them. Drops and destroyed. Phones are too big. Even Otterbox can’t protect them. Lost. Dropped. Soaked. Run over. The worst is having to set up the new or repaired phone because all the passwords are changed. I beg him to contact me when he can’t log in to something but he winds up changing passwords that he will never remember. The time spent trying to set up phones for him is irrational. But this is what happens when you age and can’t think about the logical way to handle things. I’m not mad. I’m just frustrated.

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[–] • 2 pts

I bought a house three doors down from my parents when they started having issues. Every night before leaving making sure the phones were accessible and fully charged. One night the ol’ man slip’d in the bathroom, fall’n in between the tub and toilet and get’n stuck there. Sometime around 4am there’s a pounding on my door. It’s the police, he walks me out to where I can see into the neighbors yard and asks if that’s my mother. She’s crying, shivering and soaking wet in her nightgown with a policeman helping her get to her feet as the neighbor’s sprinklers sprayed them. Evidently she tried to call me, but couldn’t figure out how so decided to come get me and somewhere along the way fell and began to crawl. I had gone over the phone with them many times. There was speed dial, 911, my number and a neighbors number all posted next every to phone. Poor ol’ mom couldn’t figure it out. That was just so fuk’d up all the way around.

There was lots of couch sleeping for me after that until I got some help. It’s impossible to do all on your own at some point. Eventually they’re up in the middle of the night baking a shoe in the oven sort of shit. It’s probably the toughest duty you’ll ever pull. It’s one helluva rollercoaster of emotions and frustrating as hell as you’re finding, but you gotta stay strong in their time of need as hard it is at times.

I feel for you bro, vent when you have to and always remember they loved you.

[–] • 1 pt

Damn. That is a rough story but completely relatable. My dad has his good days and good weeks, then he has his really scary bad days. His cognitive abilities have been on the decline for 15 years, maybe more. It's compounded now with his body going downhill a bit. The worst is the balance. His balance is so bad.

Yeah, I vent on here. I don't have a circle of friends or confidants like I did a decade or more ago. I can't really talk to my siblings about this because they like to pretend he doesn't exist unless they need money. People here have been really nice to me. When I went missing for a few months after a very exhausting. When my dad was in the hospital, I finally logged back in and had some really nice messages in my inbox.

Anyway, it's a day at a time. Some are better than others.

[–] • 1 pt

Yessir, there are some really good souls on this site and why I spend a lot of time here. I rarely contribute content and hope I can be forgiven for that. Lol, this place is my go to zone and by the time I’ve read all the posts and considered all the comments there’s no time left of my day to do but what I have to do to survive. I am thankful to have this place. Thankful for all those who post and comment in all their varieties. The good, the bad and the ugly. We’re in it all together. Niggers, glowniggers, jews, queers, shitskins and shitheads of all types are why we band together, but it’s also nice and maybe better yet that we’re also here to help and listen to one another through all the other aspects of life that don’t necessarily include all those fuk’n cocksuckers.