Post-visit venting: My brother's in a geriatric psych hospital being assessed for rapidly spiraling dementia. He's terrified; I hear our mother's voice saying "Take care of your little brother." I know, I know. He's not little, and I'm old, and this dragon can't be slayed.
When I walked in his very first words were a snarled accusation---that I had given "them" the keys they used to enter his home and kidnap him. My shocked response was unhelpful---that this was a hospital and he had come here from a rehab facility. I tried again: "I know this is confusing and scary, but you're safe here." More snarling. I should've followed AlvaDeer's advice to be a gray rock. He settled down only after I agreed to "hire an attorney to sue this place."
I was so glad to see him, but now feel my visit didn't help either one of us. An ancient Joni Mitchell line: "Came in as bright as a neon light but burned out right before your eyes." That's me. Will try again in a couple of days.