My 79 year old father has moved in with me a year ago and since then has become very confused of what day or time it is he also is very forgetful and becomes very mean with me when he loses his keys (punching walls or throws things at me...yes he is still driving. His license was suspended several times because he was passing out while driving. His Dr has filled out the dmv forms so he can continue to drive. He is also becoming very argumentative with me over everything. He is not clean on himself or his surrounds. I can no longer work full time because he get upset with me if i'm going for any length of time. I am becoming very depressed because I feel I no longer have any control.
Your siblings may just not be as able to tolerate or understand what is going on as they ought to be, as you are...not that it makes it fair for one person to have the whole burden, but just the reality that you are the truly stronger one, or at least the more humane and realistic. Many years ago I had a book called "The Secret Strength of Depression" and gave it away to someone who needed it even more than me...wish I'd kept a copy! And, maybe at least the sibs could spring for the cost of a little respite care for you though. You are in our prayers.
I understand depression too. I was the baby of 5 and my father (like many out there), was an alcoholic and abusive to me and mom. Then mom started to drink to cope, so I have really been taking care of her for a very long time.
There is no winning in this situation, only guilt...I am guilty of being angry. I am guilty of upsetting my home and my family with my anger because I can no longer do for them what I now do for her...my husband is the best (he is patient and kind and full of worry that I might get sick), but imagine how my sister must feel. I wonder how she can sleep at night?
I just need that break, you know? When I sent her to my sisters, I would cry because I felt that I was doing something horrible--like dropping a frantic child off at daycare, but I knew that she would care for her (maybe not exactly like me, but she would care for her) and then I had time...time to get it together, go to a movie, eat out, walk the dogs without worry. I am just trying to cope so thank you. I will try harder.
If you were my mom, you would be very happy in your older age in my nursing home within my home. I wake up and you are sitting on the side of your bed waiting for your pills and coffee. Next, you get a hot wash cloth, your hair combed, your clothes changed, and a hot bowl of oatmeal, juice, prunes & toast. After breakfast, I warm up your coffee, make your bed, and then...I get a sip of my coffee.
Before you know it, it is lunch...you get a cup of hot soup, half a sandwich, more pills, and a cookie. Then you get a cup of hot tea. By then, I may have had time to take a shower and check my emails and "attempt" to think of what I need to do for my full-time job of which I work from home. After lunch, if you are my mom, you get to sit snug in a easy chair and watch old time movies with a blanket and wait so that if you see me pass by your room, you can ask me the same question you asked me 4 times already. I try to have patience. Some days are better than others, but it is the anger that grabs me in the back of my neck as I envision my retired sister and retired brother going about their day, coming and going without worry, that takes my breath away.
If I am lucky, mom takes a nap in the afternoon. It is almost exactly like when you raised your baby except you have to make sure her oxygen is hooked up properly, her blood pressure is within range, her oxygen level is where it should be. You have to pray she uses the bedside commode if she gets up as you happen to step outside to grasp a breath of fresh air or in my instance, run upstairs to throw in a load of laundry. Daily, multiple times, she asks, "Do you have a bathroom in this house?" The bathroom is just a few feet away and my floors are marked with painters tape with an arrow showing her which way to go, but she forgets to look for it every time. And when we actually get to the bathroom, she says, "Is that the toilet?" But then there are those lucid times when she knows exactly what is going on--that is what trips me up. That is when I stop and think I am going to go crazy. During the early evening hours, confusion really sets in. She becomes agitated, she wants to go home, why don't I let her go home, she talks about her childhood, she thinks she is my sister (she is 84). After her breathing treatments and 3rd round of pills, I try to get her settled in bed knowing that if I put her in bed too early, my morning will be destroyed but I really really just want to sit down and watch a movie with my husband. Last night I got her to bed but she woke up at least 4 times during the movie asking me if she took her pills, she has to go to the bathroom (the commode is 1 foot from her bed but she forgets), can she have a snack (even though I set a cookie at her bedside with ice water that is always fresh)...and then the next day, it starts all over again. We have family...but they use the excuse that they did not want to bother me which is why they do not stop over or call.
I know I am repeating myself, but the deal was that my sister took her for a month and we would trade off...but mom isn't happy with my sister. My sister knows that and maybe she made my mom unhappy for a reason...hmmm, so just another excuse as to why she cannot help.
One of the happiest days of my life was my work agreeing to let me work from home and now it is a nightmare because after all is said and done with caring for mom, I work into the wee hours of the morning to get my work done. Do I ask to return to work? Will it call my sister's bluff and she will step up to the plate and take care of mom to save mom's precious savings account? Because I think that is all she cares about.
They told me to put her in a nursing home but if I am the one that is taking care of her, it will be ME that puts her in the home. She is in my home, under my care, and I am the one who gets to face HER face when I walk away from her.
Dad was in WWII and he has SS & military pension and combined that is probably too much to apply. Unfortunately he won't allow any of his family to do anything on his behalf. He adamantly believes he is absolutely fine. He believes that I am the cause of all his problems and believes that I was in league with the first doctor and now with the nurse to tell people he is crazy. While he is okay at home, we don't talk much. My brother said just to let him do what he wants and only step in when the actions or behavior get too weird. Your advice sounds great!
What I do is try to do little kindnesses such as preparing the coffee pot for him, set place setting out for his breakfast and have his newspaper ready for him. I will bring home little treats or treasures or games/puzzles he might like but none of that is recognized. We have tried to do fun things together but he is a great complainer and has to be critical of just about everything. His social filters are gone so he makes disparaging remarks about other races and ethnicities so I have told him I don't like being out in public because of the way he behaves. He also takes small gestures from women at church or other places as flirtatious overtures and drives potential friends away. I still try but some events have too much stimuli and he zones out for a few minutes and then come back to himself and move on like nothing happened. Additionally, he has nervous energy so he races through art shows, museums, etc.
I am afraid I will have him at home until he passes or have to wait until he is so far diminished that I will be able to do something.
Anyway, thank you so much, everyone! I love hearing what others go through and the ways they handle situations and cope. I have to work more on helping me and keeping me healthy and that will be better for him too. We shall see... one day at a time... :) Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
Was your father in the military? If so, at his age he probably served during the periods where he can get financial help. It is base on needs vs income. It is different for more current veterens than it is for those of WWII and Korea. I don't know much about it because my father makes too much as military retired to qualify, but someone on here may know more about it. You may also find someone at the VA that might can tell you something about it.
To both of you, we will all be pulling for you.
I'm sorry you are having such a hard time. Have you tried counseling for yourself? As for your sister having POA and not wanting to help, I would suggest you getting POA yourself for your mom if she doesn't want to help take care of her anymore. I mean, you should be the one with it anyway if she doesn't want to take responsibility for your mom's care, and you are the one doing all the work. It makes me angry too when family doesn't help, but they sure as heck don't mind telling the caregiver what to do. That's messed up. If your sister doesn't want to give up POA I would tell her flat out, "Okay, if you are so worried about keeping it, then you need to step up and help out with mom." I don't think it is unreasonable to want some help. If she still insists on keeping POA and not helping you out, then I'd get a lawyer and see what your options are from there. Just explain that you are the one who has been solely responsible for your mom's care, and you would like some say so in what happens to her. I feel your frustration with the situation, but if you are the one giving up your life to care for mom, then I feel you should be the one in charge of her medical and legal decisions. That's how I feel about it anyway. Best wishes to you and your mom. I hope you will seek out help for yourself too. You won't be able to help your mom if you aren't healthy enough yourself. Believe me, I've been there! Have you tried hospice or other caregiving agencies in your area for respite? It sounds like you need a big break. They can be helpful in giving you one. (((Hugs))) and prayers going your way.
I am sorry you are going through so much, and you have definately come to the right place to vent. You asked about how to get the medicaid process going. When we applied for my MIL, we were able to fill the application out for her because they knew her state of mind. We got her on long-term care, and believe me it has been a God-send! It pays for what medicare doesn't cover, like prescription costs, for example. Here is a link I found that can help answer any questions you have about getting your dad covered. http://www.longtermcare.gov/LTC/Main_Site/Paying/Public_Programs/Medicaid/Apply.aspx
Trust me when I say it is totally worth it to check it out, especially if your dad's finances are limited. My MIL is also on United Health Duel Care Complete, which is an extension of long-term care of sorts. When applying for that, they send a case worker to your home and meet with you and your dad to determine if he is eligible and the extent of care he needs. I even get paid through her insurance, which in turn, goes through a local caregiving agency here, to take care of her in my home. It's not much, but it was the only way I was going to be able to afford to stay home and give her the care she needs. I hope this helps you. God bless you and your dad too.
I know I didn't give you an answer but I want you to know that I truly do feel your pain and wish I could help. Like others here have said, you are not alone.
IsntEasy, how does one start the Medicaid process? Can I start it without him?
Thanks everyone for your comments!