My dad is bipolar and he is having a manic episode
I'm a 20-year-old female student, and my dad has bipolar disorder. When he's off the meds and he starts having a manic episode, it's very bad.
He leaves the house, he goes begging on the street, and when he gets money, he gives it to other people, he bad talks my family, especially my mom, his parents usually take him in because he has nowhere else to go, but they treat him really badly, they cuss at him. And my mom doesn't allow him to come in the house when he has these manic episodes because he's stealing or he's cussing or he's acting. He's not violent, but he's verbally violent with her, especially, not with me.
They live in another city, and I went to another city for university. And today I was supposed to leave the city to go back to my hometown, but I heard like he was ringing my block doorbell, but I didn't see him, I just heard that someone was ringing, and I had a feeling that it was him, so I didn't open. And he probably left and he went to his sister, who called the hospital because he should have been going to the mentally ill hospital to take his medication and get back on his feet. So he left, he lied to my mom that he's going there, he took some money, but he actually came here, first to my house, then to his sister's house. And I have to leave tonight to go back to my city, my hometown city, and I don't want to see him here because I just cannot take it anymore. He's been like this all my life, and even when he's on the meds, he's not the very best father. He rarely showers, he rarely cleans after himself, he only makes a mess and make everything around him stink with his unshowered body. And he's lazy. I don't think he's worked something in his life, like a serious job, only side gigs and things like that, and he treats my mom very bad. My mom doesn't love him, she just stayed with him throughout the years.
And I just wanted to share my experience here, and I wanted to know if I am an asshole for not wanting to deal with him. I'm not, I don't want to go out and search for him, trying to convince him to hospitalize himself, because I did that before, and I just feel like it's not my responsibility. Yeah, it's bad to be off the meds, and I know that he's not thinking clearly, but even when he's on the meds, he's not a good person, so I don't know. My mom alerted the police that he lied about the place he was going and that he's mentally ill. And I just, I just don't want to see him. I kind of just don't care anymore. I don't want anything to happen to him, but I just don't want to deal with him anymore.