Here we go again
I’ll start this off my saying my dad has major depressive disorder with schizoaffective tendencies. He’s also a pathological liar. The past few years he has lost a significant amount of weight. I’ve brought him to doctor appointment after doctor appointment trying to support him in what I thought was an honest effort in figuring out what is wrong and how to get better. Same result everytime, tests came back and “everything is great”. So I chalked it up to stress from losing his parents in a year’s span. These past few months though his temperament has changed completely. He’s socially withdrawing himself again, saying unsettling things about UAP’s and how he sees them in clouds and how he wishes they would take him. Today I get woken up to him huffing and puffing like he’s out of breath asking me for $20. I told him no and he asked me if I could bring him to the hospital. I get in the car and he proceeds to tell me that he has been on an opiate blocker this whole time and he has been weening himself off of it. That’s why he’s acting like this. But it doesn’t make any sense. What fucking clinic will just accept a $20 bill for a dose of methadone or suboxone? I feel like I’m back at square one with this fucking guy. I just don’t want to deal with it anymore but I keep getting this feeling that the dude is gonna be dead soon. I pray to God that is not the case. I don’t know what to do anymore.