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How do I proceed with this?
I graduated at the start of the recession, couldn't  get anything and gradually drifted into caring for my dad, he gas a degenerative non communicative disease, and finally becoming his official carer.
It involves long hours, and the pay levels most people would associate with slave labour.
In some ways my mum is harder work.
My dad used to deal with pretty much all their finances, and when he stopped, and he didn't make a conscious  decision, he just started ignoring it and hiding the letters and bills, that we have gradually found here and there. I tried to let my mum take over, but over the last few years it has become very obvious that she doesn't understand a lot of it or know how to organise the filing. We have had numerous arguments over much of it. She couldn't work out where simple values had come from, leaving little scraps of paper with notes on, but not always with the original paperwork and sometimes notes on little scraps of paper with the right document and obviously what she had written during a conversation with a company, but apart from the name of whoever she spoke with the notes were a repeat of the document she hadn't understood.

So this is the ongoing situation, Dad is on a downhill slide of varying angle, and mum trying to manage something she only vaguely understood. I made her buy a cheap tablet so she could use the calendar to enter appointments and social events and I would know and vice versa for some of mine, this would allow avoidance of double booking etc. as she had previously used a wall calendar and a diary and hadn't always copied  between the two.

This is going to become a diary of the the day to day, boredom, of the 13ish hour day, for 13 days out of 14. Although Dad now stays in his chair without monitoring he hasn't always done, frequently standing up because he was uncomfortable or to get something, but he was falling more and more, on two occasions in particular he was injured, the earlier one he fell catching the glass tv stand and coming to rest on a decorated metal plant pot that, with a little more force would have split his skull open, and the most recent he fell on to his shoulder permanently disconnecting a ligament and tearing a piece of the bone off in the process, and such is his loss of speech that he said nothing about the pain he was in. We are now awaiting some physio sessions to improve the mobility in that arm.