My dad has had psp for 3 years, looking back I think the symptoms were there much earlier than that. He has deteriorated so quickly. 3 years ago he had a full time job, was active and alert and a very proud man. Now, he is a shell of his former self. The dad I still love, respect and adore seems to be harder and harder to find. I know he is still my dad but this disease has quickly taken away the loving man who should have been celebrating his life with my mum and watching his beautiful grandchildren growing up. He sleeps most of the day now, and struggles to chew and swallow food, he is completely dependant on my mum and the carers now. It is very hard to have a conversation with him and if he does speak it is dificult to understand what he is saying. My mum is so strong she copes so well with the whole situation.But I know she is crying inside, just like me now, but we don't ever cry infront of each other as we know that if we start we wont be able to stop and we have to be strong for my dad, if he sees us crying he will know just how soul destroying his illness is and we don't want him to know. I know that once my dad has passed away we will have plenty of time to cry.