So evidentially, my Dad is off his schizo meds. I came over to check on him and he told me he was Jesus and started convulsing. I basically need to wait for him to try to kill himself (or me) before the cops will do anything (they're pretty familiar with him, but also can't really beat up the schizo man considering bodycams and Minneapolis). Anyway, to the actual Thanksgiving portion of this story, I went upstairs about 15 minutes ago to ask my dad if he'll be attending, and he was weeping in front of the closet door, completely naked, and when asked why he informed me that demons were preventing him from opening the closet with his mind. I may update with more depending how today goes, and if he actually comes to Thanksgiving, but 20 minutes in it doesn't look promising.