I see a major decline in my social life. I'm finding it's harder and harder to relate to folks who do not have this care in their life. Some friends have stayed away and others, even though they mean well, say things like stay away and don't do as much for mother, but there's no one else to pick up the pieces for sure. They see what it's doing, and make judgements, but no one is really stepping in to help because it's too much. It's sad, isn't it, how it affects every aspect of life.
go to parties, etc, but I leaned a great deal on several older people who gave me respite time and good advice as well as love. Things did get better, but my life changed again when I became the main caregiver for parents at a young age. I don't know if this will help, but I learned to stop looking for "normal" and created my own group of friends that ranged from young to old. I developed interests that could be interwoven with my parents, new friends, and true friends. In many countries, including an elderly person in your life is considered an honor as well as a normal part of life. It is hard, but so is life. Get someone to help you find some free time and meet people you can relate to. We are out there. Anyway, as you build your life, don't you feel that it is important to fill your life with people who are as caring as you are? You deserve it.! Best wishes. Rebecca
I'm with mom 24/7 - afraid to leave the house. Who cares about those fly by night friends....I love my mom.
When I do go to the grocery, I am always talking to everyone....guess I need some adult conservation. My husband is the quiet. type. I've always been a "free spirit" - this is just a calling I'm going through and I will be a better person for knowing I am loving and caring for the person who has loved me the most!
s church. They spread the word that he needed help and his friends there take him to church and would just come visit with him.
Consequently I have stopped talking about my mother to anyone except my support group. She was just taking up too much of my life. It's another way I set boundaries.
It would be a 'collective community' - perhaps duplex type housing situations so the caregiver and elder could be as close together as they desired by simply opening the door (soundproof door and walls would be required), and all the housing would connect to a 'common area' where all could gather to eat, socialze, watch movies, play cards, pool, dance - whatever. Picture a community where the 'common area' forms the center, and the housing spirals out from it in a big circle with green space and trees in between. Anyone wanting or needing to socilaze need simply go outside or to the commons. Anyone wanting to be left alone would not. Perhaps a porchlight that would be green if you wanted company, red if you did not, and perhaps a blinking red if you needed help?
All community members would have to meet a certain criteria (perhaps age, a certain percentage of time required for caregiving, income) and most importantly, would have to agree to community rules (a certain number of hours per week or month in service to others within the community - things like sitting with another elder for a weekend (always in 2's so no caregiver is overwhelmed), driving for someone who can't, or teaching a class - that sort of thing.
I realize this sounds like 'pie in the sky' (I am sitting vigil with my mother and sorely lacking in sleep), but I like the idea of it. If it takes a village to raise a child, a village can also come together to lift up the weary caregiver -whose efforts keep our vunerable elders off the government dole in droves.
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I envy those whose Mom's are/were their best friends - those whose loved and were loved so enormously that the pain of loss is or will be equally as large and all-consuming. This is not my story. All my life I've suffered from "mother-envy".
Still, my grief is my grief. Mom has been in my life for more than five decades. The waiting and watching coupled with a hundred wishes of what could have been - should have been - gnaw at me as much at 55 as they did at 16.
There is however, a partial "fix" that works for some -- if you manage to make new friends, who don't have a "history" of knowing you before you became a caregiver, they are the ones who will stick with you, and often lend some support.
I think that what does bother me most is that the same people who would never do it themselves are the first to say that people who do it, get something out of it for themselves, and it is some kind of scam. My god they wouldn't last a week, and have no intention of trying. They just like to rationalize it because they feel guilty I think.