I have tried for 10 years to get my brother and sister to help with my mother who is very physically disabled. In the past 3 years, it has gotten much worse, and they seem unaffected. She has almost died many times, and I have been the only one there for her. I have always helped with her shopping, cleaning, etc. Recently, she had a very serious neck injury (chronic spinal cord compression) which made her mobility almost zero, and she became incontinent. I changed her diapers, fed her, did laundry, shopping, held her when she cried, everything. All I asked my brother and sister to do was to call her 1 or 2 times per week to keep her spirits up... they could not even manage to do that! She had the surgery, almost died, but did make it through. She is slowly getting a little better, but has been in a nursing home for quite some time. I am moving her to assisted living near me when she gets out. I have asked my brother and sister to help me many times with cleaning out and moving her apartment items. They continue to ignore my emails, texts and phone calls, or make amazing excuses. I have fully given up on my brother and sister to help physically, and really need them to help financially. I keep asking for help, but they keep avoiding me. My new plan is to do everything, and to start keeping receipts and billing them for each and every thing I pay out for my mother. I am tempted to start billing them for a portion of my caregiving hours just to prove a point to them. I have started keeping a log of exactly what I do, and how many hours I help her because I am not sure they know exactly how much I do for her.
I truly hate my brother and sister, and when my mother passes, I am going to let them know just how much I hate them. I am only being nice to them out of consideration for my mother at this point. I can't wait to tell them how much I hate them for putting me through 10 years of ABSOLUTE HELL.
My younger brother got a ton of resources from my parents - which my stepbrother and I never got - on the agreement that he'd care for them as they got older. He walked away and left them literally on our doorsteps while he took off with the money. I've made a point of not asking him for anything in twenty years of dealing with this out of my health and my resources, and recently he would not even bother to send us some paperwork to help satisfy one of mom's old creditors - "Not my problem"
My advice? Don't let anyone tell you that your hate is somehow wrong, or unworthy. The hate is there because someone in your life is using their freedom of choice to restrict yours. The people who tell you caregiving is your choice are absolutely correct. You don't have to do it.
Likely the reason that you choose to do it is because you simply feel you could never turn your back on your loved ones in their time of need. Your siblings have made their choice, too. They simply don't care. They will give excuses to make themselves seem less selfish, less cruel, and less uncaring. They will say they simply have their own limits and cannot do what you have chosen to do.
But, in the end, it is all nonsense. Because *everyone* could do something. They choose to do nothing. And in choosing to do nothing, they limit your choices.
It's true that you have a "choice". But the fact is, by not helping out, the other family members are limiting your choices to - A) care for your folks all by yourself, with no help, and limited resources, and B) be like them and turn your back on the issue.
Honestly, I think many of these people - and I *know* my brother is in this category, and I'd bet your siblings are, too - wish that we would just walk away like them. You see, then they wouldn't go through life having to think of themselves as slackers, parasites, ingrates, and everything else that goes along with being too lazy, too weak, or too selfish to even make an attempt to help. The fact is, as much as we resent them, they resent us for showing them in their true light.
Someone once told me that when my brother looks in the mirror, his reflection is ashamed to be seen in his company. I bet your siblings are the same. They also told me that you don't forgive the people who have done you wrong, you forgive the world for the fact that these people exist.
And you forgive yourself - for not recognizing them for what they really are, and failing to dump them sooner!
My two closest friends, and my good SIL, helped more than they knew just by coming to visit *us*, my mother and me. I suppose it was the glimpse of normality, and the demonstration that they hadn't completely forgotten about us. Not much practical help, no, but it did make me feel more human.
With your closest friends, can you think of any small ordinary non-caregiving thing they could do that would boost your morale? Come round for coffee, call for a chat just to share their news, bring you a cake? If you think it would do *you* good to see or speak to them, don't wait for them to come to you - call them.
Amen. You said it as if I wrote it myself. I don't call em anymore either because they know what I am going through and they don't want to hear it anymore, I am the big downer, the buzz kill. Sorry, I cannot put on a mask and pretend all is happy and joyous, that just isn't me. I am no pretender. I felt like I had to put on an act my whole life while I was growing up for not only self preservation against my brother and also to " keep the peace and illusion" that life was normal for survival sake. I guess I am fed up with putting on masks for everyone elses sake but my own. It's just old. So, take me or leave me, I don't really have the energy to deal with fair weather friends anymore. I have my husband so I am not totally alone, however he even gets sick of hearing and dealing with my dysfunctional family. When your life consists mostly of taking care of your parent and your non helping siblings, what else are you supposed to talk about?
I went there several times. The last time I took my mom from the hospital in Florida to my house in New York. That was for over two years I took care of her. Then she wanted to go back to Florida. I knew she could not take care of herself but she insisted on going there....Or she would go when I was at work and get a taxi. One year later my mom got very sick again and I was the only one again to go to Florida. This time my mom was dying. She was in the hospital for one month. I stayed there my sister never came., I was there for the 18 hours she suffered before she died in the hospital the last breath, holding my hand, my sister was never there., and I made the funeral in New York. transferred her body to New York and my sister never came to the Funeral or did she want to make the unveiling, which it is over two years now and Is still did not do it because Im embarrassed that my sister isn't there. ...I did it all., and I was emotionally and physically exhausted and had such pain from it all. Its over two years now that my mom is gone and I am first able to catch my breath a little and trying to digest all of this.
It really is amazing what this new approach has done. Because I don't send regular updates, suddenly they have to be more attentive themselves to find out how things are.
Wow! That is unbelievable she never showed to anything from her dying to her funeral. I hate my siblings so if that happened to me, I hate to say I would be relieved. I dread the day I have to make that call to them. I am the one Mom chose to care for her so they have turned against me and feel that excuses them from doing anything whatsoever. So be it. I do wonder how they live with themselves though. They have no idea how this has drastically changed my life and it isn't a bed of roses dealing with a parent who has dementia. Some days she is pretty good, somedays, well........she does not comprehend even simple things. I have become the parent.
Your siblings and your mother think you are not worthy of a normal life. Why is that? I think people on this board should confront their elders and basically demand some things of them. All of these wonderful parents raised the caregiver's siblings to do nothing? Why is your wealthy brother too worthy to be asked for help, while you have lost so much? Why is that okay in your mother's eyes?
I have enough trouble doing the limited caregiving that I do for my ungrateful mother who thinks I'm not worthy...can't imagine giving up what you have.
When my mom was in her 30s, she started the rant of "when I was a kid, candy bars were only a nickel and the chocolate wasn't full of wax like it is now."
Fast-forward a few decades. Holy heck. Only THIS orange juice and only THAT toilet paper. "Nobody" has given her a satisfactory haircut (for as long as I have been alive). EVERYONE else's living room furniture and dining room chairs -- including mine -- "hurt her back." Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Also -- not the most gracious receiver of gifts. Many thoughtful gestures (from many people over the years) were met with "I don't have anyplace to put this." Or "But these slipper-socks don't have any tread on the soles." Or "My sister is allergic to XXXXXX" (even tho the gift is for HER, not her sister).
To be fair, mom wasn't a total harpy. She just had "her things." And as mom's world shrank her long-held preferences seemed larger -- in comparison.
Sigh. Getting old sucks. And fussing about Hershey's kisses and polyester-blend whatever ain't the half of it. 😞