Every time I do it takes him days to get his emotional equilibrium back, and I realize it is my fault. But I am his sole caretaker, definitely never meant to be a nurse, and I get soooo tired having to do everything, including keeping the mood upbeat. I am only human, on heavy duty antidepression medication, and so disappointed with how my "retirement" has ended up. I have already endured six years, and know I have many more years to go -- probably until the end of my functioning years. I do get out once or twice a week, but he takes the joy out of it for me by knowing what buttons to push. How does anyone survive caretaking?
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There is no shame in saying “I can’t do this anymore, it’s not safe for him or me.”
When Mom needed 24 hour care, I knew enough about myself to know I was not cut out for it. I’ve never had kids, never even babysat. Don’t like all the bodily fluids that happen and I was afraid I wouldn’t have the patience needed. I didn’t want it to damage the good relationship I had with her, and turn me resentful. And I knew it could go on for years. And years. I knew I couldn’t do it. I now visit her at the NH daily. We enjoy each other’s company and she sends me home to be with my husband at the end of our visit. I bless the staff who do all the things I can’t. No guilt.
Perhaps that would be a better scenario to envision?
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I tend to smart off to my husband and say some nasty things to him, but I’ve never really lost it with him to the point where it takes him days to recover from the outburst, though. If this happens often, maybe it’s time for you to speak with your doctor or a therapist, or HIS doctor. Sometimes having a few afternoons off a week takes the pressure off, and you may find his insurance will provide a health aide a few times a week.