I hope that there is someone that can help me. My Dad is 66 yrs old, and was diagnosed with Alzheimer's a year ago last May. My brother and I agreed that he would move from Missouri to Iowa with me. He had been living on his own since my Mom died four years ago. I had recieved calls from the Social Security Admin. stating that he was coming in making threats and saying someone named "Jesus" was stealing from him. He was not taking his med's, or eating properly. He is a Type 2 Diabetic along with a bad medical history. He has been in my home for only about two months now. I had to have him hospitalized after the first week because he was getting very agitated and making threats to me. He even accused my husband of hitting him. Little did I know, they put Alz. patients on the psyc. ward of the hospital. I felt like scum of the earth. They now have him on a higher dose of his antidepressant, and on a anti-psychotic called Resperidal. That seemed to help for awhile. Although he still gets pretty mad about his money and accuses me of stealing it. I had no idea how much this was going to affect myself and my family. I though I was going to save the day. My marriage is going down hill very quickly. My husband feels that I never give him any of my time. I have a three year old daughter that doesn't understand why Mommy never feels like playing, and wants to know why she can't watch cartoons anymore since Grandpa has complete control of the Television. I am completey drained. I feel like I never get enough sleep. My doctor has already raised the dose of my antidepressant. My husband wants him to go into a home, and to be honest a part of me does too. I have this overwhelming guilt upon me for even putting that in writing. My Dad has stated time and again that he does not want to be put in a home. He also has a dog that he says is his "life saver", and it would tear him up to be apart from his dog. Our finances are getting way out of hand, especially with a grocery bill that has more than doubled. My brother seems to think that I am giving up, and who knows, maybe I am. Could someone with experience in this situation please help me. I am desperate.