Whatever happens, I think it's wonderful that you both care so much about him. It would be so nice if everyone were so loved even when going through end of life. I agree with @Junebug about his picking up things. I felt that with someone toward the end, my wonderful grandfather. It was as if he was attuned to the life themes at work in people around him, and not the "shared reality" around.
Even while sedated the day after he attacked a male nurse and not being able to eat anything but thickened liquids, my grandpa looked at me when I visited him. He didn't fully recognize me but he said one word and that word still haunts me to this day. It was like he was reading my soul, not focusing on the particulars of "who, what, when, where."
My wonderful grandpa would never attack people; he was very gentle and tolerant his whole life. I suppose he felt the need to protect himself, and because he was abandoned by his father and put in an orphanage, the eldest of three young boys, he was the protector of them all. I think that it's possible that unresolved traumas are played out with nobody consciously guarding the gate. I also think he may have picked up something he didn't like from someone there. I agree they can't help it.
Moving stuff around sounds like an image of confusion and frustration with his own mind. I bet it feels that way for him, like "where did they put my thoughts? Where is my mind?" Poor guy.
Of course you can't be alone with him if he's too much to handle and meds and all. My grandpa had to be sedated after the attack until he was too weak to do so. His wife couldn't be alone with him in that state either.
Frankly, it's just so hard to watch someone unravel, no matter what the cause, and to know it will end them fairly soon. I'm sorry you and your partner have to suffer through this. I think a lot of you for your compassion.
Even while sedated the day after he attacked a male nurse and not being able to eat anything but thickened liquids, my grandpa looked at me when I visited him. He didn't fully recognize me but he said one word and that word still haunts me to this day. It was like he was reading my soul, not focusing on the particulars of "who, what, when, where."
My wonderful grandpa would never attack people; he was very gentle and tolerant his whole life. I suppose he felt the need to protect himself, and because he was abandoned by his father and put in an orphanage, the eldest of three young boys, he was the protector of them all. I think that it's possible that unresolved traumas are played out with nobody consciously guarding the gate. I also think he may have picked up something he didn't like from someone there. I agree they can't help it.
Moving stuff around sounds like an image of confusion and frustration with his own mind. I bet it feels that way for him, like "where did they put my thoughts? Where is my mind?" Poor guy.
Of course you can't be alone with him if he's too much to handle and meds and all. My grandpa had to be sedated after the attack until he was too weak to do so. His wife couldn't be alone with him in that state either.
Frankly, it's just so hard to watch someone unravel, no matter what the cause, and to know it will end them fairly soon. I'm sorry you and your partner have to suffer through this. I think a lot of you for your compassion.