I'm sooooo upset and depressed about what transpired between my sister and I this pst Saturday.
It was a stressful week to begin with due to other life circumstances and after cooking dinner and doing dishes, all I wanted to do was sit for 15 minutes before I helped my sister with her shower. She's become somewhat obsessive about having her shower at the same time everyday. So, since kitchen cleanup took longer than expected, I asked if we could wait 15 minutes to rest my feet. She saidit would be fine. Not less than 5 minutes later, she asked me if I had locked the car, I said no. She told me to go lock the car, I replied no, that I would do it after her bath, when I took the dogout. She got louder and told me again. Being that I was so tired I didn't give in and I told her no, I would do it later. She preceeded to use her lift chair to get up and head for the garage door. I intercepted her and told her to go sit back down. She said if I didn't do it, she would. I told ifshe went out she would fall and possibly hurt herself. At that time, she attacked me and grabbed the back of my upper right arm and proceeded to use a vise gripand kept squeezing that I screamed in pain and had to hit her in the arm to get her to let go. I'm horrified at my reaction, but from there it got worse. She kept clawing at me an d scratched me on the arm, then I'm trying to hold her off of me by holding her wrists. By this time, I'm screaming for my 100 year old father to help me. If it wasn't so horrible, I'd be laughing at the thought. I eventually had to shove her and she landed on the floor. At this time I ran and got my dad to help me. We made her promise not to attack me and we would help her up. We got her up andback in her chair. I had tocall my caregiver to come give her a shower, because I was afraid she'd attack again. After L left and she was back in her chair, I sat in mine, she calmly asked aren't I glad I signed up for this. I dissolved into laughter and tears and couldn't stop. Finally, I regained my composure and stated no one Signs up for caring for someone with PSP. That I was her sister and loved her with all my heart, that I would do anything for her. It's not something you sign up for. It just is, what it is. Still today, she acts as if nothing happened, not a peep. I'm afraid to ask if she remembers what happened or why she did that. I just don't know.
I'm sorry for such a long story, but there didn't seem to be any shortcuts to take. Has anyone experienced such violent behavior?