I often think of how unfair this situation is. Never mind that some universal "fairness" doesn't exist. It's not as if shouting into the night "THIS ISN'T FAIR!!" is ever going to result in situations improving.
What I mean when I say "not fair" is that my parents had their time and chance to be my age already. They did what they wanted, no elders or children to take care of anymore so it was THEIR life to do as they pleased. They didn't have to wipe their parent's rear end, plead with them to bathe, deal with the rashes they got from NOT bathing, deal with their complaining, inability to do anything independently or even make their own meals. They, comparatively speaking, were carefree. They never knew this prison. They never knew the feeling of pouring your entire life into the care of someone else who is never, ever, ever going to gain abilities. Yes, they had children but children develop abilities. As long as I take care of these two it will be downhill all the way.
I resent this. I resent the hell out of it. They had their chance. They had their lives to live freely and without guilt...the same guilt heaped on me by them and my siblings. It's hard most days to not feel like some pathetic patsy who is stuck in a hell of her own making. I could easily cart them off to an assisted living place but then there's the guilt. And instilling guilt is the one talent they were masters of. Boy, could they dish it out.
Here it is, Christmas Eve, regular caregiver has the day off (all the holidays off, in fact) and I'm here begging my mother to go to the bathroom instead of having an accident in bed. And the fill in caregiver will do her best but she doesn't know this situation and doesn't know my mother has to be reminded that she needs help cleaning herself. And she refuses to let anyone help her. So what do I do? Sit and wait for her to develop sores from rashes due to uncleanliness? Does ANYBODY want their epitaph to read "Died because she refused to wipe her ass"? Well, that's where she's headed.
I don't even know if I have a question here. I'm just tired. Tired of being underappreciated, tired of having a compassionless life. All expectations and no thanks for what I do. My sibs are judgmental, full of opinions and criticism and selfish as hell. They are NO help whatsoever on any meaningful level. And they can't understand how, when asked what I want for Christmas, my answer is COVID. And I'm almost positive I'm only 50% kidding about that.
My holiday wish for everyone here is going to sound ghastly and horrible but I'm making it anyway. I hope that next year at this time, we're all free of our current miseries. If our LOs have passed, let it be painless and fast and in their sleep. If they haven't passed...well, I've got nothing here. If they haven't passed on I hope we're at least a little less miserable than this year.
We'll get through these holidays, warriors. Best to all of you :)
I just wanted to say how much I appreciate this site. For years I thought I was the only one that struggled with caregiving. All of you help me realize I am not a bad person for struggling with parental care.
When she had a full time live-in care giver in her home (who was wonderful) she was complaining vehemently that she was being held captive against her will, etc. She didn’t want a care giver. She wanted A.L.
My husband and I feel ZERO guilt.
The nursing staff is watching over her & knows what to do.....we certainly don’t.
If your loved one is going to be unhappy wherever they go, or there’s better care for her elsewhere....do it. Get your life back and visit often
For the last 18 years I've taken care of Mother, and her dementia of course has gradually worsened over time. I worked all day at an extremely difficult and lonely job only to come home to care for her for hours. I couldn't come home after a hard day and just chill out for a few moments as people do, I came home to a second thankless job. Sometimes I would sit in the driveway and cry thinking about how tired I was and what I had to face when I walked through the door. And yes to anyone who's reading this, I am having a pity party, sorry, but at times it's all I can do to fight the frustrations of caregiving, to remember that I once had a life as a separate person.
ExhaustedOne, I, and I'm sure there are many others understand your letter. Even though we don't know the specifics of your life and of your Mothers, maybe it helps to know someone else has an inkling of what it is you're going through. I sure hope it does, I know it helps me.
To continue on with my saga, along with my Mother's incessant needs, and her health issues there is now a stage one possibly going into a stage two bed sore that I'm trying to help her heal (any suggestions from anyone?, I'm using powder, coverings and weight changes), and it seems to be getting a little bit better.
I micro-manage every aspect of her life, only to be met with resentment and resistance (how dare I tell her what to do), but it is necessary. It's seems almost inhumanly possible to continue on like this, yet I go on and on.
Most family have passed on, friendships have dissipated. I had to quit my job early because of Covid (thankfully I was close enough in retirement age) so I could continue with my Mother's care. And how true she's not ever going to get better, it is all downhill from here.
And the relationship between us has changed, all I feel now is a warped cynicism of Mother and Daughter relationships, often thinking when I see a younger version of myself out with her Mother, 'quick get out now while you can'. People are always saying to me (that is when I used to see people before Covid) 'she's so lucky to have you' but I don't feel so lucky to have her, which makes me feel guilty. And yet I'm sure people who are reading this know how emotionally complicated caregiving is. There is plenty of resentment, guilt, anger and frustration, but there's also compassion, moments of love and some good memories. But then there's Covid, and nowhere she can go even if I wanted her to which truthfully has become a more common thought.
The feeling of being the world's biggest idiot is always there, to have gotten myself into this situation, I mean no one I know has done this or would've done this ever.
And there's the assumption by quite a few that I'm Mother's little helping angel. It's repulsive. I didn't know Mother was going to be a super senior and live to be 96 and perhaps well beyond (more guilt inducing thoughts) I might of done things differently if I'd had a crystal ball.
And the kicker in all this is that my Mother was always very narcissistic and neglected me when I was a child (for example she encouraged my brother to give me LSD and a myriad of other drugs starting when I was twelve (think whole family acid parties), gave me away to an eighteen yr old man when I was 13 because and I quote "I thought he could raise you better than I could". Many many other areas of neglect but yet through it all she managed to instill in me as a child that I should be taking care of her and not the other way around. I guess it stuck. My thoughts are with you EO
You can be mother's little helping angel when you visit at the care facility.
I have come to hate the woman who my mother has become. Dementia has taken away a strong independent person and replaced her with a whimpering, self-centered life sucking old woman.
Like you, I am tired and resentful. My 60s so far have been a big disappointment.
Home is always going to be an issue with dementia, it's just figuring out which home that is. For the first 9 months in MC, mom hounded YB any time he visited to take her back to her condo. Suddenly that focus changed to her previous home (sold over 25 yrs prior) and calling/going to see her mother! Being unable to visit I don't know if that regressed further - as of before lockdown, based on other "conversations" she was still in that 40 years ago "life." The visits we were allowed were with masks and 6' apart. Due to dementia and almost non-existent hearing, it isn't clear she even knew who we were. I do wish I had broken the rules and at least taken the mask off. I wanted her to know we were there (myself once, daughter and I the last time), because a staff member took a pic of me when dropping off supplies and mom asked her why I didn't come in, didn't I want to see her? That was painful to hear, and sadly we didn't get to the point where we could visit and have her know I was there. She had a stroke early Sept and from the nurse's description, she likely had another Dec 15 and was mostly unresponsive until the next day around 1pm. Never got to assure her...
Again, no easy answers. Just wanting you to know I totally sympathize with you. I still check into this forum, try to respond to certain questions, and am trying to figure out how I can use my skills to best advocate for elders and their families. I have moved on, but I have not forgotten.
Same here, even though I did not do the care-giving myself. I chose the place carefully, managed everything for her (finances, medical, ensuring good care, etc) and visited often before the lockdown. I also know I did the best I could... can't say the same for my brothers. One can only hope they have regrets...
Everyone's situation is unique. How much responsibility or blame lies on the elderly we care for is sometimes obvious and sometimes not. We are all flawed in some ways, and perhaps aging accentuates or creates new flaws. For some, they perhaps have always been difficult in youth, and the entitlement/selfishness in old age is just more of the same.
Like other responses here, I recommend you move them out. It's difficult in the short term, but better for everyone, including them. Look at it as a way to save everyone out of the toxic environment, and preserve whatever good feelings and memories that remains intact. There may be none at the moment, but with time (away from caregiving) you will be able to reclaim what you once had.
I often wonder what I will be like in old age. Will I become lifeless or make everyone miserable around me? Will I lose my sensibilities and make unreasonable demands on my children? Will I allow age to slowly rob me of my values and commitments to my loved ones? Will I become a walking zombie, like so many elderlies I see in the park or those who are barely alive in nursing homes? Life's greatest challenge lies in the final years. Old age isn't easy.
I dare not hope to be amongst the lucky few, who die in their sleep with their dignity and character intact. I've seen too much.
It's pretty obvious that we haven't figure out a good way to die. The only thing we know is to prolong our physical bodies. I know there are exceptions, where there extraordinary individuals who manage to live active and meaningful lives into their 90s and beyond. But for the rest of us, we need a solution. Personally, I am not ruling out euthanasia. It's not as bad as it sounds. We all will need to vacate the spot we have here on earth. If we can choose how to do so, death doesn't need to be messy, prolonged, and haphazard as it is now. We might be able to leave with some measure of grace.
In some states, euthanasia is allowed, if one has a terminal condition (life is, unfortunately terminal!) and one still has cognitive abilities intact. The problem there arises if one is compromised cognitively - then you can't make that choice and no one else can either.
Now, the next time an innocent man is about to be hanged, I will remind him that it was his "choice" to hang because he could have chosen the electric chair instead.
Sorry, I'm feeling kinda sarcastic today.
Mine left WI for their "vacation" home in FL for 9 months a year, returning to WI in summer when the weather was nice. They spent their time boating, fishing, golfing, antiquing, lunches out, long drives, etc. etc. 1300 miles from their family. Never had any elder care responsibilities. They returned to WI full time when they got sick: dad with CHF/kidney failure and mom with dementia.
Tried to take care of them at home but it was my brother and me full time, waiting on a very demanding dad. Mom completely useless since she had lost all memory and any ability to plan or complete any household tasks.
Dad passed away in 2019 after a VERY rough year waiting on him hand and foot. Mom was moved to memory care immediately, since I was the only sibling with an extra room and bath and I had just retired at age 69. But spouse who is younger and still working was not about to have his mother in law live with us. He barely knew her since I married him later in life. We had also just finished caring for two other sick elders.
Enough of the "elder care." I don't want to spend the last 10 years of my life, during my "carefree retirement," playing nursemaid to sick people who failed to plan for their own care. What were they thinking? If we are lucky, Mom's money won't run out. If we are not lucky, we'll be on the hook for that expensive care, and none of the estate will come to me after her passing.
First I’m sending a you very big virtual hug. I’m so sorry you’re struggling and you have every right to feel what you do.
The other posts are correct. You need to contact social services, elder care, and start researching memory care facilities.
It will be difficult at first to deal with the guilt. Your mom sounds like she is a travel agent in guilt trips. If she’s in a facility she will complain but eventually will adapt. Plus you don’t have to deal with her guilt trips everyday. Right now you’re so resentful (as you have every right to feel) you are losing sight of the joys in life. You may wish to consider therapy.
Your siblings need to keep their comments to themselves unless they are going to help you find a facility or pay for home care or help in any way. So disregard them (it can be tough) and make decisions to help your parents and yourself.
In the end it will be for the best to have them move out. You need to have a quality of life which right now you can’t have because of them. You deserve to have your time and be free.
Exactly. Either put up or shut up (STFU!!!)
It's hard to do the facility "shopping" at the moment, but with facilities and their care-givers getting priority in vaccines, hopefully one can get back to checking them out personally. Pictures are nice, promotions will always sound like it's the best place and reviews and ratings are sometimes questionable. Start with what you can, but once they allow visitors again, go tour, visit at different times, if there are other residents not in MC (mom's place was IL/AL/MC), talk with those residents, get their take on the place! See. Feel. Taste. Touch. Smell. Do get details on what the base cost covers and what "extras" might be charged. Take notes. Compare places. Choose the one that is best for mom and dad, not just what you think is the best. Then MOVE them! Give them a few weeks to adjust. If dementia is involved, they may need some calming medication for a bit, to reduce anxiety. Understand that at least for a while they will beg to go home, they will complain, but you can leave that at the door when you leave. You don't have to listen to it all day every day. If they take to calling all the time, don't answer all the time.
Once you can return to being a caring adult child, the stress should be relieved and perhaps you can start a whole different relationship with them. If siblings try to call or make complaints and accusations in person, shut them out. Refuse to answer calls. If they show up at your place, you don't have to let them in. They had a chance to help or give productive input and failed, so begone foul siblings!
Elder: "Is it too much to ask that you should pick up my pills? YOU won't let me drive."
Reality: I not only "picked up pills" but I called doctors to find out what she was supposed to take, communicated with pharmacist regarding same, worked things out with pharmacy when elder damaged one of her scripts and it could not be used. I also made sure she took meds, I hid the ones that she tended to want to to take too much of, etc.
Elder: "I need a few things from the store."
Reality: I did all shopping, portioning, cooking, dishes, etc while elder complained and said that my food gave her diarrhea. (For the record, she had already had stool incontinence issues before I ever cooked for her. I don't think my cooking made anyone sick!)
Elder: "I leak urine once in a while - I just need a pad."
Reality: Urine incontinence. Ongoing accidents and refusing to change wet clothes. I cleaned stool from the carpeting as well. Smear marks from stool in bathroom from her inability to manage bathroom independently or clean up after herself.
I think many elders don't get it how much help they really need. Sometimes, they don't remember (or maybe choose not to) how many times they issue mandates to caregivers in a day. I think mine was so scared of what would happen to her if she could not stay home that she minimized things in the hope that somehow it would become true? It didn't help that we had a meddler who reinforced elder's belief that it really wasn't that bad, etc, etc, and that I was exaggerating the problem to justify putting elder in a facility. Sad as it was, I couldn't let anyone's feelings hide the truth: elder needed 24/7 care and that's where she is now. The only other alternate solution anyone could come up with (including the meddler) was for ME to try harder and get more "efficient." Really? My life had already become a prison. Looking back on it, I don't know how or why I survived.
Medicare provides respite placement so that caretakers can take time off. Make use of this.
You are absolutely correct it's not "fair". It is, however, the way things are now. (((Hugs)))
I am so done! I want to run off and never come back.
life is not fair. Leave. are you waiting for their money. Are you living in their home free while their money is paying mortgage and bills and probably groceries. You are not the only people who are put in position to take care of their loved ones. Both my parents are deceased now. You sure sound like you do these things in the most loving compassionate way. Put them in a nursing home on medicaide. get your siblings to give you a break.
sorry so long. I guess it’s the end of the year venting! I won’t even get started on COVID isolation. That’s a whole different story! Take care and happy new year to all the beautiful souls who unselfishly care for others without getting the appreciation we all deserve 🍾🥳🤪
Most people don't think about it until it is too late, but one should always begin care-giving with clear boundaries. You need only do what you agree to do. Don't let anybody tell you that it is your "duty" to sacrifice yourself for a parent. It is not. Your parents' well-being is primarily their own concern. After that primary responsibility, it is a family concern. No one person should allow themselves to be "stuck" with Mom or Dad. That is not fair to anyone.
Find your boundaries, state them clearly, then live by them and with them. If your parents really cannot take care of themselves they will need to find residential care that is within their budget. Good luck getting your feet on the ground and your back up. The others in your family will be a bit taken aback when you quit. Quietly remind them that it is no more your responsibility than theirs. Then keep quiet. Leave the room if you need to, just don't get caught up in explaining or you will lose.
There was no warning for anyone of this new longevity. How many close to or over 100 year olds are in the news getting COVID shots? A lot!
It’s nice to have our elders around more years, but it’s been a painful and expensive surprise for all of us.
I'll take a leap and say that I think we're ALL exhausted. The subject of 60+ y/os taking care of our 90+ y/o parents, as a result of improved medical and health improvements in our parents' lifetimes, is the ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM. This reality might have been anticipated 50+ years ago, but it wasn't, so here we are (us on this forum). I work to maintain optimism despite my age and exhaustion, that within the next generation or so, American society, culture, politics, and economy will significantly become more adaptive to this reality.
I think the bigger elephant in the room is dementia. Those with dementia are notoriously more difficult to deal with. For some it is emotional, others physical, many might change personality and become mean and aggressive, some hallucinate and others are fairly meek and mild. Yes, there are cantankerous old people without dementia, but if they are just being difficult, you can often walk away from them. It's also sometimes easier (not always) to set stronger boundaries when no dementia is involved. Those with dementia, not so much. It's like leaving a 2 yo with a loaded gun! Or even without the gun, just leaving a 2 yo along for 5 minutes can be disastrous!
While some blame the dementia tsunami on age, there are too many who are developing this insidious condition at much younger ages. There are many who live longer lives and never have cognitive issues. There are some (think Michael J Fox) who develop these conditions way too young. Several in mom's facility were under the SS early retirement age, younger than me even! Most were not all that old, many my age or just a little older. Mom was over 90 before the early signs showed up.
Bottom line, they never had to endure this, so they can't understand it. "Well, I raised you for 18 years!" Yea, but you didn't have to do everything for me for 10-15 years straight. Even then, children tend not to complain as much as old people do. Old people can be toxic to your health, and I fully understand what you mean by just being tired and underappreciated. They can easily take things for granted. My only recourse with my toxic aunt was to cut all ties with her and say, "Good luck and I wish you the best." I sent her to an old folks home and you know what? It felt good. I gained weight, had next to no free time, and lost a lot of wealth-building caring for her. It's just not worth it.