I just spoke to my father. He just arrived in Florida, but his wife has already made him an appointment to see his psychiatrist for tomorrow
I cannot tell you how relieved I am.
She obviously doesn't need me to intervene.

I thanked him profusely for going and told him how happy I was that he made that decision.
I asked him to be honest about his behaviors: the excess spending, excess energy, inability to sleep, alcoholism, periods of depression (I left out psychosis and grandiosity among others). He got angry with me and said he would tell them what he wanted to. He's a stubborn SOB. I said I understood, but it was important to be honest because he needs to be on the right medication, and nobody understands that better than me.
He used his usual dismissive defense mechanism when he knows I'm right about medical-related issues and doesn't want to hear it, "That's enough Dr. (my maiden name)."
I told him how worried I had been about him, and that the calls from my aunt to his wife were at my behest. I said I knew that contacting his wife directly would be bad for everyone. He said she never would return a call from my aunt.
I told him I'm always here when he needs to talk, and again how much I love him.
I really do think that what I said to him when he came over helped because he had been so resistant to any kind of help for so long before that.

This is a much needed weight off my chest- at least temporarily. I hope that my father is honest and is compliant with whatever his psychiatrist recommends. Above all else, I want him to be safe.


That little bit of 50mg of Seroquel has been keeping the ugly images away since I've added it The intrusive thoughts are still there. I'm going to have to deal with them.

Seroquel has been a good drug for me.

I hope my anxiety will improve a little since my dad is getting help.