Caring for my dad felt like something that had happened to me, not a choice I made

Like many other women, I started having to help my dad a little, then a lot, and before I knew it someone was calling me a carerOne night in early 2016, I found myself calling for an ambulance. My father had locked himself in the toilet for four hours and wasn’t responding to anyone. My brother and I listened at the door. Nothing. The person at the other end of the 999 call had a volley of questions: “Why did he choose the toilet? Does he have a weapon? Do you think he is suicidal?&r