Thank you Bill. I will try that. I have explained to her daughter that I trust her and love her and obviously won't throw her out. I will try your suggestion tonight.

Jennifer, thank you again. I have other posts because I have a lot of questions and possibly there is more than 1 issue here and I don't know where they belong. Throw enough questions out there and some may be answered. As for diagnosis, I've not talked to any doctors in the ward. The floor nurse says doctors don't usually talk to family there, though the nurses and social worker? have been most helpful and informative, as far as they can. I know she is on an anti-psychotic, and anti-anxiety med, don't remember what they are, I don't know drugs. Last night she refused meds and they apparently can't make her take them, probably why she refused our visit. Any previous diagnosis was from her regular MD, she's never really had psych treatment before, just a little counseling with a family therapist.

Golden_eve, Thank you so much. Mostly when I talk to her, she hears my voice and looks at me, but her response doesn't match what I said. I asked what she had for dinner, she responded with, See? You saw it too!, That ship blew up in San Francisco!. I think she mostly hears my voice but turns my words to match whatever is going on in her head. So explaining she is saying something hurtful or inappropriate hasn't worked so far. There have been maybe 2 days (last weekend maybe?) when she would ask questions about things she heard or saw. She explained there's 2 worlds, and me and her daughter are in one, but she is sometimes in the other and would try to figure out which things went in which world, like, Was I in Tiajuana last night? No Baby, you're here, in the hospital. OH, I thought you guys abandoned me on the other side of the border, that wasn't real? No Baby, I would never do that to you. Days like that give me hope but there's only been 2 of them in the last 15 days. then she regresses and it crushes me. Last night when she rejected our visit I broke down in the parking lot and wept. Her daughter took my keys and drove us home.

As always, thank you so much for your responses and advice. And sorry to ramble on so, for certain reasons I have no one who understands this kind of thing. Just her daughter, who's suffering too, but she would rather not talk about it, mostly, and she is more mad than sad. I can't bring myself to be mad at my girlfriend, it's not her fault.