This is day 6 that my Dad is having physchotic episodes and I fear it’s the norm now. Saturday was the first time in my life I’ve ever been scared of my Dad, been on guard and taken a step back from him and it was devestating. Last night I was trying to poison him with the dinner I made him. Every day I wonder how I am going to get through this. I have found a memory care for next year and I feel like a failure even though I know there is nothing I can do. I hate this disease. Alzheimers