That first year was quite the eye opener. It was obvious that his memory was terrible, literally just a minute retention. What we did not realize was that common sense and self control had left the building. The first year he would stay home while we were at work. I would come home to find all the bread and milk gone. Trying to reason with him was not a good idea. I would get so frustrated, how could you eat all the bread I would yell at him, he would yell back I only ate one piece. I would try logic with him, you were the only one here and it was a full loaf this morning. Again I was not realizing that he had lost this ability and would we would both get so frustrated. So food had to be locked up. We would end up locking all cabinets, refrigerator and would buy two storage closets that would get locked up. Then the common sense issue came about big time and really put a shock to me. I would tell him to take a shower downstairs, which he would. One night I go down after he is finishing up a shower, I see that he had Pine Sole, I go what are you doing, he said he did’t have soap so he used Pine Sole. I was completely flabbergasted. How could he think that was a good idea, thank God he did’t get it into his eyes, he is like a young child, can’t be trusted to do anything unsupervised. He was a shell of his former self, his life stories lost to him, he would still be social and funny but would curse in front of my children, call me a shithead constantly, so much so that it was his way of saying he liked me. He would call people shitheads that he was familiar with so I would explain it was a term of endearment to him. By the end of that year his car keys would have to be taken away and I would look into finding a place for him to go to during the day.