Dad went to the ICU and was sedated and on life support for a bad respiratory issue. He has since been released and I talked to him today. He cried and told me about a dream he had while sedated. A figure tried to lead him to a "black hole" and Dad refused to follow. He recalled feeling lonely and sad and cried to me. Dad's usually a stoic guy so this emotion is hard for me to handle. I tried to calm him down and be soothing but it's scaring and making me sad too. Not sure what to do but just needed to express what happened.
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Anyway. I wonder if your father might find it reassuring to learn that his vivid recollections and frightening experiences may well be related to the sort of intensive interventions, monitoring and of course drugs that ICU tends to involve. In short - it's not him, it's the environment he was in, and there are sound scientific explanations for how he is feeling.
Wishing him a full recovery, please let us know how he's getting on.
I'll tell you what. I would definitely rather cope with pain than ever have a dream/hallucination like that again!
So perhaps you can tell your father that many people have really bad dreams in the hospital, that he is not likely to have one again, and that he will never be alone in this life. Even if you are not there, you are with him in spirit.
One of the nurses told me about ICU psychosis, from the machines and the isolation and probably whatever caused the patient to be in ICU.
I have a suspicion that someday a Caregiver Psychosis may be a diagnosed condition as well. The demands, challenges, balances, and isolation from social activities would be major factors.
When I was in the hospital after my stroke, I just could not sleep the first night. I was so tired, so worried, not particularly comfortable, anxious and have never been so strung out as I was that night. I couldn't see much out of the windows except the top of the hospital with fans and other equipment.
I really think it, as well as being in an ICU, was somewhat comparable to sensory deprivation.
I felt like an escaped prisoner once I was discharged and could see trees and feel the breeze on my skin. Even if there was a blizzard, at least there would be real fragrances, of moisture, snow, fresh air, and not the sterile environments of hospitals.
Is it possible your dad is subconsciously dragging stuff up from the past, maybe a negative religious experience, or messages from a negative religious person? Also I think our greatest fears about death come up a lot when we get sick and/or older....whether those fears are from outside influences or just the workings of our own brains. Mix in drugs that induce hallucinations or crazy dreams, and you've got the makings of the kind of nightmare that feels real and would shake a person to their core.
Later I had definite hallucinations. I saw a red squirrel in an air duct and another time a large knife and hubby's credit card on a rail on the end of my bed. Hubby bent as to pick it up and proved it wasn't there. One of the Drs said"She is hallucinating" "No I am not" I said.
I talked again to Dad today and he's in better spirits and recovering. Due to his Parkinson's, I couldn't hear him well enough the first time but now that he's calmed down, he shared the dream again to me (without tears or being jittery) and I misunderstood it a bit!
So it turns out that Dad saw two figures trying to lead him down a black tunnel. However, he also saw his youngest grandson standing off to the side crying, looking lonely and hugging a teddy bear. My Dad, wanting to comfort his grandson, decided to tell the figures NO and wanted to hug the little 2 year old instead.
So the loneliness he expressed was not his own, but that of his grandson's. Dad told my brother that wanting to comfort his grandson SAVED HIS LIFE.
I really found that beautiful and Dad moved on to joke a bit with me and we had a longer conversation than we usually would have. So I'm grateful he pulled through the ICU ordeal. Very very thankful.