Mom’s obsession with the casino continues as dad’s hatred for it grows. She now begins around noon asking dad to take her, sometimes sitting in the car and refusing to get out until he relents. Daily she tells me that they will be leaving for Gulfport that evening, a city several hours away that she loves to visit because of the many casinos in close vicinity. Dad generally gets angry and I smooth things over by telling her that they’ve been twice this month. She gets a confused look on her face, but doesn’t really remember if it’s true or not so she doesn’t argue. The past several days have been simple, “You can’t go now, mom, there’s a hurricane heading right for Gulfport.” I wonder if that will continue to work even after Hurricane Isaac is long gone.
I approached dad several days ago with an idea that I thought might help. After two attempts to get him to comply I took it upon myself to pursue it. First I asked mom how many days a week should would like to go to the casino.
“Everyday!” she enthusiastically replied.
“Well, you can’t afford to go everyday so what do you think would be a reasonable number?” I replied.
“Three.”
“Okay, dad, how many days a week are you willing to take mom?”
“Two,” was dad’s response
“Alright, mom, let’s start with two.” I got them to agree on Tuesdays and Thursday and then wrote on their calendar in big black letters on every Tuesday and Thursday through the end of the year the word “CASINO”.
“Now, mom, whenever you want to go to the casino you can just look at the calendar and see if it is one of the days that you are scheduled to go. Does that sound alright with you?” I asked her. Mom nodded her approval. A couple of hours later I get the call from dad.
“Your plan didn’t work. Your mom got mad because I wouldn’t take her even though it’s not on the calendar. She sat in the car for about an hour. She finally got out, but now she refuses to take her bath and just went to bed.” It was about 7:30 in the evening.
“I’m sorry dad. I guess it was worth a try. Just let her get mad, that’s all you can do.”
I’d like to tell her that all of the casinos have shut down or burned down or were blown up, but she won’t fall for that. I’m at a loss as to how to help dad. He’s at his wit’s end. And I feel so helpless.
Certainly someone else has dealt with a loved one with dementia who has an obsession with gambling and casinos, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how much research I do, I cannot find a solution to this problem. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.