I don't want this job.

This is the job that nobody wants. It's a reality everyone wishes wasn't true, and that many of us ignore until it is so blatantly clear to us, or perhaps someone is harmed, or has harmed another. This is how I am dealing with my father's dementia. I'm not sure where this will go, or how it will go. I suppose I should share some of how we got to where we are, our little family. This is the introductory post, and more will be added as I have time and energy and emotional strength.