My dad has diabetes, a spending habit, and keeps telling me he doesn't want to live anymore. He's young, 64 and has potentially lots of life left. His whole life his mother brow beat/belittled him about his size (extremely tall and round) about how he didn't measure up to his little brother's successful achievements, how his hands shook uncontrollably (they'd shake more when she would comment he was going to make a mess), etc. He's always been an 'Eeyore' possibly always needing therapy. Now his momma is gone. He hasn't grieved for her loss (it'll be a year this late summer). He blames his diabetes on his size wearing it like a curse. He doesn't take his insulin OR eat right (eating at fast food places via driveup and throwing/leaving trash in backseat till seats are covered). He's always had a spending problem and now it's WAY out of hand. UPS, USPS, & FedEx come everyday with 2-3 packages. His tiny apartment is stacked with boxes and trash. Many of the packages he never opens, like there mere presence keeps him company. You can NOT walk freely through his place. You must shimmy sideways into the doorway and crabwalk down 1 6-8" pathway he's managed to keep clear.
He claims there's no money for therapy, on the heels of the UPS driver delivering another package. This after he made an apointment, filled out paperwork, then canceled last minute. His brother oversees their mother's trust for the both of them giving dad an allowance of $1200/month (NOT including dad's SS income of $1300/month). The money's are kept in separate accounts. So, my uncle only sees the 1200 disappear every month and dad crying he needs more to pay bills. Adding up the 'must haves', rent, insurance, medications, food, cable/internet he's right at 1200. When asking him where is the other 1300 going, he flatly said I don't know I'll need to sit down and write it out. Cue the USPS dropping off another package.
So, he needs help with his addiction of spending, depression, understanding his diabetes isn't a curse after all, losing his mom, being alone (my mother left him over 20 years ago due to his depression & not seeking help), thinking he's a failure, and on and on. I don't know how to make him seek counseling. I am concerned about his well being how he's given up (including personal hygiene). I don't want to be yet another in a line of females who have forced him to do something.