A post about caring for my older brother who is a goose and how my sister-in-law experienced PTSD after filing a police report

PTSD that began with a call from the police station around dusk in November 2022

This is a story about how after taking care of older brother Geurigi, my sister-in-law falsely accused me, leading to a police report and PTSD.

I received a call that my older brother was found in someone else's apartment underground parking lot, not knowing where his house is.

My older brother was a prestigious university graduate, the youngest Ph.D., and a professor, so he was the pride of our family.

After 30 years of living as a goose father, I became lonely, and after retirement, I started drinking alone, turning into a recluse.

The next early morning, after driving about 400 kilometers to meet my older brother, he seemed mentally strange, and the scene I saw inside the house resembled "hoarding disorder" I had seen on TV—food was spilling out wildly from the front door to the sink, which was blocked, and his room was filled with trash everywhere. I didn't know where to start cleaning.

My sister-in-law doesn't visit our house, so I don't know any contact information for her or her two sons (nephews) in the United States.

When I looked at your phone, I found a yellow talk conversation, including a story about being found wandering by the police along with a picture of the house, and I sent a message inviting anyone to come back to Korea.

 

Then I requested two helpers from the staffing office. In the meantime, I roughly tidied up the house one by one, and after quickly cleaning one room, I spent the night there.

I called two helpers to clean the house thoroughly and also called someone to unclog the drain.

After roughly tidying up the house, I finally gave my older brother a bath and tried to talk to him, but we couldn't really have a proper conversation. However, since I was there providing nourishment, he seemed to improve a little.

I stayed for two days caring for my older brother, but I haven't heard any news from my family in the United States.

It was completely dark ahead, but I managed to organize things to some extent and came to my house, ordering three meals remotely. A week later, I went again with two of my sisters, but there was no contact from the family, and my older brother couldn't live alone.

So I inquired around and initially admitted him to a convalescent hospital, then returned home. Even while I was acting as the guardian at the convalescent hospital again, my family members did not contact me.

Five months after being admitted to the convalescent hospital, the patient's condition improved through nutritional support and alcohol abstinence, but they were diagnosed with alcohol-related dementia. They caused a fuss about wanting to be discharged, so they were discharged from the convalescent hospital along with their sisters. They stayed at their brother's house for a week to receive care and assistance from a caregiver, and I had to resume my role as a guardian.

 

During this series of events, the family in the United States lost contact...

My sister-in-law entered the country around 9 months ago.

It seemed like they were staying for about a month, then they left.

The phone call from the police station later was a scam report, asking me to come in for an investigation.

A few days later, the registered mail is a police complaint...

 

Since then, even just receiving a call I don't recognize makes me nervous and overwhelmed with fear—PTSD disorder.

Since then, I have experienced PTSD disorder and cannot answer any unknown calls.

Four months later, the police's voluntary withdrawal letter arrived.

 

I was exhausted from managing two households over a long distance, feeling extreme physical and mental fatigue, becoming lethargic, not wanting to do anything, and not even wanting to go outside, so I stayed at home.

I was suffering from PTSD disorder.

I don't think I would go even if my older brother were to die.

Since then, with the help of my sisters and the warm encouragement and consideration of my family, I have healed my PTSD by taking walks, exercising, and occasionally traveling.

That doesn't mean I have completely overcome PTSD.

I still do not answer any unknown calls.

Family members are healthcare professionals who also heal illnesses.

This is a review of helping my older brother with geese and then being falsely accused of fraud, leading to PTSD.