When I was adopted my mom was in her mid 40s and my dad in his 60s. Nowadays I'm 19 and dad is about to turn 79. More or less 7 years ago he had an acute EVA and barely does anything by himself anymore. My half brothers never lived with us since they were already adults when I was born so even though they visit us they don't truly help us with dad.
I love my dad with all my heart. He was always the kindest person ever and I simply can't find a way to explain how much me and my mom suffer with his current state.
He still chats with us, eats and drinks by himself and does very simple tasks, which always make people believe we are being dramatic or just trying to get attention, and I hate that.
He never leaves the house unless he has to go to the doctor or something like that, he often pisses himself because he can't walk fast enough to go the bathroom and REFUSES to wear a diaper.
He complains his stomach is hurting all the time and keeps constantly asking for medicine but also REFUSES to eat clean and drink water. He rarely wants to leave his room and pleads for someone to stay there with him 24/7.
Lately I've been incredibly sore by all of this. I can't remember one day during my entire teenage years where I could go out with my friends and have fun without worrying about him or my mom.
And no matter how I try to explain this to my friends they'll never understand until their own parents reach their last years, which will happen when they'll all be in their 40s, or 50s and not on their 20s, when you're supposed to go out with your friends, do everything young people usually do, have fun...
I always have to keep asking my friends to drive me to places because my mom can't leave dad at home by himself and he absolutely HATES getting into a car. Surely, I can get a taxi or something but dad always worries too much and blows things out of proportion.
Everything turns so stupidly stressful and exhausting because of him that I'm starting to hate being even near him, which also makes me feel like shit because he was always there for me when I needed.
I keep wondering how everything would be a million times better if God decided to take him away but again this makes me feel awful and I feel like there is no alternative, no other way that we can't go through this without suffering.
I completely understand you all and sincerely hope we all have enough strength to go trough this with our heads up.