Often times I feel like a hamster on a treadmill, going at full speed but never getting anywhere. I think for most of us it's the fact that there is no 'light at the end of the tunnel.' Others go through a hard or challenging time, but know that eventually, the situation will change. We don't know when it will until death (our parents or ourselves) finally steps in. It's the never ending routine and being so tired all the time from care giving, but feeling no progress despite all our efforts. Each day is a reset. Starting over from Square One. BUT I have joined several special interest groups and I am determined to put emotional distance between myself and my situation with my mother. I've also started listening to classic rock stations in the house, music that blasts the blues out of me with its hard driving sounds. And the good part is my mother is also hard of hearing, so no complaints from her. Hang in there, everyone.
Looking back, we all seem to get into the cycle of overwhelm, neglecting ourselves, and being totally exhausted.
Need to really take just a little time out several times a day with a 10-15 minute nap (often when our loved one naps)... through meditation, and simpley getting outside on short breaks. Also know that moving the body around can change our "state"... and that in turn changes out mood and ability to cope a little better. You all have taken on an awesome task.
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I was a caregiver to both parents 24/7 for over 10 years until their deaths... and agree with all of you.
The biggest part is not to get into the "guilt" mode, and do whatever it takes to refrain from depression. We are isolated, feel alone, and like there is no one who understands... ( partially true, as only another caregiver can truly understand)...
Body movement of ANY kind can keep depression at bay... either and actually taking the time to "time out" several times a day. Do any of you meditate, take a "10-20 minute nap". or simple put on some happy music loud and dance around? So many little things can keep us sane. Most of all, ASK FOR HELP! Something I did not do... and can make a HUGE difference
In doing that, I could forgive her for being so heartless and put a boundary up that I could live with while still helping a human being. What my mom's behavior also taught me is that now when outsiders from my family call me names or insult me.... it doesn't hurt because my mother had said vile things to me like wishing me dead.
I also have no history from my parents. They kept everything secret. I sometimes pick up things that I've learned, but I have no real connection. The one I did have with my dad's oldest sister, just passed last year also and it has been very lonely for me. But the one thing I can say now that it is all over. I managed to care for both of them. I kept my sanity, and I don't feel guilty for enjoying my life now. Sad as that sounds, its really not. It's freeing. You will find that freedom, HOWEVER, make sure you went to the mountain top each time. Because only then will you know you did all you can despite her and you will have nothing to feel guilty about.
2 blue Sue.
Now I get to learn how to unwind from all the dysfunction now that it is over. It's a little easier to deal with, but I still have certain knee-jerk reactions. When I do, sometimes I visit their grave just to know they really are there and I'm okay to like not having to deal with it anymore.
I care for my almost 90 year old mom who has AD. I also care for my physically disabled older brother. We have no family living within 100 miles. And what relatives we do have, never bother with us. Even Mom's brother only calls twice a year...Christmas and Mom's birthday. Why he bothers doing even that, I don't know. He doesn't want to talk to her. He tells me to tell her Merry Christmas or Happy Birthday. I guess he can't come to terms with it all. Even Mom's favourite nephew who I thought adored her, never once called since I left him a message about Mom being diagnosed with AD. She was diagnosed 3 years ago.
A person learns pretty darn quickly who actually cares. And more importantly, you learn how to survive without the people you thought cared.
This is a never ending situation. I knew for many years that I would probably have to look after my brother when my parents were gone. But, I didn't count on taking care of a parent and a sibling.
I can go for hours not hearing the sound of my own voice. My brother suffered a serious head injury years ago. He can barely walk and talk. He can only string about 3 to 5 words together. Often he just says one word and I have to figure out what he's talking about. He suffers from short term memory loss, so will forget something after just a few minutes. Mom can still speak; but she makes no sense whatsoever. It's just a bunch of words thrown together.
The only conversation I have is with people on a message board I've been a member of for several years. I haven't seen or spoken to a real life friend for well over a year.
But, I still manage to survive it all. I plan on surviving for as long as I'm needed here.
I'm sure it is little consolation to you, but there really are health care professionals out there who welcome and even solicit the input of the care partners. If lack of respect from the professionals is among the worst part of your caregiving situation, it might be worth trying to find the good professionals.
Well, most of us don't know what we would do until we are in that exact same situation.
A year ago, I said if it came down to when I had to change her poopy diapers in bed I'd tell my husband, " I QUIT". Well, I'm even in that exact situation, and I'm doing exactly that, and I didn't quit like I said I would a year ago. I don't know why I didn't quit. Maybe because somebody said "When she looses contol of her bowels, her end is near". Well, her end was supposed to be near "when she started seeing loved ones that had passed on before her". That was two years ago.
I suppose I've just stayed too long now to leave. Maybe cleaning her up isn't as bad as I thought it would be seeing that she is totally helpless now. Karma sure feels great. Everytime I go into her room, I'm pleased she's lonely, stuck in bed and totally dependent on me for everything that happens to her. I have total control over her. I'll even be the one to choose her final clothes to be buried in. I will be nice, though. I need to stay around for that.
Another down side of this situation is the fact it is so challenging to keep from becoming disheartened and bitter toward life itself.
I thought at that time, OMG! That must feel like a sentence. To feel obligated to care for someone you do not love and did not want to continue to live with.
My husband had Lewy Body Dementia for more than nine years. He spent all of them in our home, dying in our bedroom holding my hand. It is a huge, huge amount of work and takes an enormous emotional toll. If I could turn the clock back 10 years, knowing what I know now, I would make the same choice.
When my boys were young, if they asked for something that was inconvenient for me, I had a standard answer. "There is only one possible reason I would stop what I am doing, drop everything, and drive you halfway across town to your friend's house!" And they knew the drill and would answer, "Because you love me!" "That's right. Get in the car." (The other acceptable reason would be because I get paid for it. Taxi drivers have one reason, parents have another!)
The only possible reasons I could see for going through what I went through caring for someone with dementia is because you love them and feel loved by them, or it is your chosen profession.
My mother (92, moderate dementia) is sitting in the next room now, watching game shows and folding towels. She was an awesome mother and a fine person. She now has 4 daughters and 1 son taking active part in her care.
Would I do caregiving again for love? Yes. For any other reason? Guilt, obligation, duty? No way, Jose. Uh-uh. Not me.
So when I read about those of you caring first-hand 24/7 for someone who abused you, never valued you, hasn't repented or asked forgiveness but just takes your efforts and emotional turmoil as their due, I'm not sure whether I admire you or think you must be masochists. I'm not there so it is hard to say with certainty, but from where I sit now I say I would not do that. Arrange for their care, yes. Devote my life to personally providing their care, no way.
I don't mean to offend or criticize anyone on this thread. We each make our own decisions out of our life experiences. Just know that if you were abused, not everyone thinks you owe it to the abuser to personally provide hands-on care.
Caregiving is emotionally exhausting work, I’m ok with that, that’s what I signed up for. What I didn’t realize is how painful it is watching the years go by that you will never get back. I try to live day-by-day for my mental health.
Oh...I too have been playing more music around the house....I use one of the online radio stations where you pick what type of music...some is for mom-like the Big Band Era and Mitch Miller stuff....and some is for me! Mom doesn't hear too well, but she seems to enjoy the music when she is near enough to hear it. They say music calms the savage beast....and I'm talking about me! Thank you for your post...it's always good to feel validated!
Sometimes it just is what is and unbelievably after grief, you will thank God it is over.
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I don't see how you do it. We had to detach with love. In our case, Mother is much better off with full time care.
So I learned to focus on doing my best, in any caregiving time - and that meant being real. I avoided energy drains outside of caregiving, and showed up. Sometimes I made myself tired by thinking I was expected to do it all: entertain as well as provide care - I learned that I don't always want to do that, and was thrilled to learned that when I stopped doing it, but stayed with the person, in silence, doing nothing - to my surprise, after a while, they spoke more gently, glad to have time with someone who was not trying fix everything, at every moment, but was willing to be there, present and open. One time, with my 106 year old lady who was declining, I was too tired to "chat" as she often liked, and sitting near her, I put my head down on the arm of her chair, and stayed there without saying a word. I was really tired. After 3-4 minutes, I felt her hand, patting the back of my head. She was not a demonstrative woman, but she recognized my state of being, and responded. When she dies, likely soon, it is a memory I treasure. So, I found it worked for me to consider caregiving a lifestyle, pay attention to my energy and make finding balance a priority, for I don't think anyone really feels good if they feel that someone is helping them and resenting it - yes in moments, but we are the ones who know what we need, and have to find ways to add more of that, and rest, and find relationship of new kinds, in the care. Easier to say, sorry, I mean no criticizm. I understand the resentments, for family issues bring up many. But considering that others in family wish at times they could help us, but we are all stuck in old patterns... it's hard to help ourselves, as I'm finding now with caregiving less.
As for Mil's diarrhea, how about celiac disease? It's very common in elderly people. Try giving her gluten free foods, nothing with wheat, and see if she gets better.
And yes, everyone is right, it NEVER ends, so try to make the best of it and play the piano, or knit like I do, or just stick your head out of a window and breathe in the fresh air! Try to do something for yourself to get away from the stress even for a tiny bit!