My family and I are new to this diagnosis of PSP. Unfortunately, not so new to the symptoms. I have read quite a few posts on here about the progression of PSP and have found them helpful for my weary mind. I would like to share my story in hopes of helping someone else as you all have helped me. My 75 year old father was diagnosed with PSP on Monday of this week. Our journey began two and a half years ago with a Urinary Tract Infection that turned into SEPSIS. Upon discharge from the hospital he was deemed unable to live on his own. I took him into my home to care for him. He never rebounded after this episode. Upon questioning this lack of recovery I was told he more than likely had a stroke at some point and wound not regain cognitive abilities, steady gate, and speech. After two years of caring for him, I became greatly discouraged. The whole point of me caring for him in my home instead of placing him in a nursing home was that I felt it would be better for him. You know, to be with family, more individualized care. This past June we decided it was best for him to be in the nursing home. He had been falling on a weekly basis and would not wait for assistance to help him walk. He ended up with a brain bleed as a result of one of his falls. This was the point we decided he needed to be in a nursing home. I felt quite defeated as I failed to help him get better or at least maintain what he had. He did not want to go and begged me not to send him. The guilt was overwhelming. Trying to care for an aging parent and my own family, STRESS is an understatement. After a few months in the nursing home, I received a phone call last Saturday that led to this new diagnosis. Dad had collapsed with spaghetti legs while the aid was walking him down to lunch. Once they got him to the cafeteria he began to put food into his mouth but could not figure out how to chew or swallow so the food spilled back out. They suspected a UTI or another stroke and sent him to the hospital for further testing. Testing revealed he has never had a stroke and possibly had a UTI. When the Neurologist saw him the next morning he said Parkinson's. By Monday morning the diagnosis was PSP. I had never heard of this devil of a disease but as I researched it, it made perfect sense. Every single symptom fit him to a tee. I am not looking forward to what lies ahead for him. However, I am relieved to know what has been breaking away a piece of him these last few years. We have, as I have seen others post on here, been looking back at different moments in recent years trying to figure out just when this actually started. My dad was a healthy fit man until this demon started to pick away at him. I am currently balancing emotions of anger and sadness. When my dad retired 7 years ago, my mom's heart disease landed them from one health scare to another instead of traveling across the country like they always planned. He stayed by her bedside in and out of the hospital for the next year. Never complaining about the cards she had been dealt, always holding her hand and trying to lift her spirits. She passed a year later, shortly after is when we can start piecing together early symptoms of his PSP.