My dad became paralyzed about 11 years ago. He is currently in his late 70s. I and my wife decided we'd take care of him. For 3+ years, I was his primary caregiver. Every day, I bathed him, dealt with his colostomy bag and dressed him, got him out of bed and into his chair, then I'd get him to bed at night. I prepared his meals, took care of his bills, etc. He was very difficult to live with. My dad is, in a word, an asshole. He's a very angry and stubborn man, who has never once sacrificed anything for anyone. He's very much an old school, the man is the king of the castle and everyone else is just a subject. He believes not rule should apply to him. For that time, I almost never left our house and fell into a deep depression.
He eventually got to the point where he could take care of himself. So my wife and i left. I'd talk to him every day and go by his house at least once a week to check on him. The problem is that he kept me in the dark about numerous problems that started to arise for him. Like his power wheel chair started to have issues that he didn't;t tell me about but he also didn't handle either. So his chair basically lost the certain functionality that allowed him to transfer out of it and into his bed. That meant he spent all day every in his chair. He barely ate. He developed pressure sores on his butt that were son deep they exposed bone. He also would forget to take his meds and that would cause him to lose grasp on reality. Numerous times a year, I'd call and he didn't answer, and I;d have to drive 40 minutes to an hour to his house to check on him. The whole drive not knowing if I'd find him dead or as was often the case, naked on the floor because he fell out of his chair, covered in his own filth and screaming in agony. At least twice a year this would happen.
I wanted him to go into a home, where his needs could be met, but my family fought me on it. Just when I'd finally convince him to agree to it, his brother or my brother would talk to him and talk him out if it. Eventually i won, because I found him again, where he'd been on the floor all night out of his mind and screaming in agony. The place he's at for the last year let's him smoke outside and he has people to talk to. He agreed to live out his days there. We made that happen and moved some people into his house so it wouldn't be absorbed by the nursing home he is in. (Non americans: here in the us not only is healthcare not free it is ridiculously exepensive and if you need long term care they take every possession you have, including your home) So anyway, with round the clock care, his wounds were healing, he was eating and bathing and started to feel better. Now he;'s decided he wants to go home again.
Understand all he is going to do if he goes home again, is sit in front off the TV and smoke all day every day. He doesn't go anywhere, do anything or talk to anyone. he just sits there. The only real difference between where he is and his home is that he can smoke inside. I told him if he leaves i have to back out of his life completely. I cannot describe the mental pain of making that drive to his house every time he doesn't answer the phone not knowing what I was going to find. I'm not mad, I just need to protect my mental state after over a decade of this. Also, so its understood he wasn't a great dad. He wasn't;t awful in that he ever beat me or anything, but it his participation in my life was more obligatory than not.
EDIT: Am I the bad guy if I cut him out of my life if he goes home, so I can protect my mental health?