Sometimes I get incredibly bored being a full time caregiver. I’ve kind of lost interest in hobbies I used to love. Sick of television. Don’t even listen to my favorite music much anymore.
Of course, I do necessary stuff like cook, clean and take care of mom.
I’m talking about fun things like jewelry making that I love or other crafts.
Anyone else dealing with boredom? Or is it that I struggle with loneliness or even depression?
Thanks - I like the way you take the time to reply to every responder. I know what you mean about Siamese twins - my Mum has lived with me for over 20 years (Aaargh! - it's a long story) and my neighbours in our previous home started referring to us as the "mother-daughter couple" - I just about had steam coming out of my ears when I heard that. My Mum stuck looking after her own parents for less than 3 months before hightailing it back to her own life and friends abroad and leaving her younger brother to sort out finding a residential home for them. So I try not to feel guilty when I occasionally daydream about what I'm going to do when I have my own life back one day.
Forget if there is 'something to do' because there is always something to do - plan on putting a load of laundry on then start doing your jewelry making - even if you get up for 3 minutes to put it in the drier then continue if this makes you feel better but that is it - this is your time & unless it is when there is an appointment with a specialist that is hard to reschedule then that is your time - if it helps do this when you LO is either napping or watch a favourite TV programme - but that is your start every 3 to 4 months increase it by either lengthening the time or adding other sessions
This will increase your sense of accomplishment & self-worth - it will give you a much needed release for your pent up creativeness - you may even become a better care giver after expanding you horizons
To avoid too much loneliness seek out a group/class on your interest so that you are meeting 'outside' people with a love of jewelry making or any other interest you choose to take up - good luck
Good advice. I get everything done as far as stuff around the house and caring for mom.
You hit the nail on the head by saying that I need to be back to being creative because I like it. I miss doing something that was stimulating for ME! Know what I mean?
I enjoy creating things. Ironically the person that prevents me from doing so is the person that originally inspired me to be creative.
My mom is incredibly talented. She would go look in store windows and scetch the dress that she liked, purchase the fabric and thread, no pattern or anything and make it! She was a teenager when she started doing this. Then would change it up, neckline, sleeves, etc to her personal taste. She could have been a freakin fashion designer.
She started taking orders from other women and sewed for them. Knit, crochet, embroidery, tatting, even woodworking!, yes, my grandpa was a shipbuilder and she helped him build the smaller fishing boats, etc. You name it, my mom could do it. And cook! Oh my God, my mom could cook!
She enjoyed a productive life. Once she even reupholstered all of the kneeling benches in church. My dad had volunteered her. Oh boy, did he get in hot water for that. She was expecting to only pitch in and do a few of them.
Next thing you know, here came the nuns pulling up in our driveway in their station wagons filled with all of the kneeling benches that had to be reupholstered. Haha.
I don’t want to be that busy! But I do want to get back to activities that I enjoy.
realize we made this choice to care for our lo. While others chose not too.
My old friends still invite me out and on trips - knowing I will decline because I can’t leave my mom alone.
I haven’t had the energy to hire good/compatible in home care for my 89 yo mom with dementia.
People wonder what is taking me so long to hire help - but they don’t get how exhausted you are from caring for somebody all day and working. And then how hard it is trying to sort thru all the options for care to find someone reputable, trustworthy and compatible.
I Wish my friends would —instead of inviting me out rather stop by and visit or even offer to drop by for two hours once a month or quarter and sit with mom, so I could go exercise or get a scheduled massage or run to a dr appointment. Most care agencies require 4 hour minimums. That would be the best gift. I often feel more alone when I have to turn down invitations —although I am also happy they still invite me - which gives me hope that I may have my life again one day.
My brother lives a few hours away and schedules and takes vacations constantly but wont find the time to watch mom regularly or let me schedule even a week off for myself. That’s been the case for over 7 years now. So I have given up asking and just decided to imagine I am an only child and accept any sporadic help he does provide as a bonus.
I am fortunate enough to work from home - which allows me to connect virtually with others —-while it’s still not the same as connecting in person, it keeps me sane.
Have you considered jobs you can work from home while caretaking that might keep you connected and motivated? The best thing I did so far was to not quit work to care full time. I can still save for to my upcoming retirement. Since I dont travel or go out anymore - I have looked at this time as a bonus saving period. Just hoping my health holds up so I can enjoy my savings and retirement one day.
The most helpful tools that I have found are - Amcrest cameras that allow me to monitor and talk to mom from anywhere day and night. And also vtech baby monitors that allow us to talk to each other from any room and even from outside. These keep me from walking to her room Constantly to check out every sound. Mom also finds comfort at night knowing that I can hear and see her. We even make a game out of my surveillance at times.
Caretaking is the toughest and loneliest job I have ever had. Dementia makes it even more of a challenge. But it is also the most rewarding and best thing I have ever done. I dont want to put anyone else thru what I am going thru and have bought long term care and written up plans for my aging future so no one has to take care of me. - being on this journey helps you to plan how to make it easier on others as we ourselves age.
Best of luck. Hang In there. You are not alone. Sending hugs. This sight has been a lifesaver.
I must say that your reply is truly one of the most accurate postings for a situation as I have ever read. I can tell you have walked the walk. Thanks. I’m constantly trying to figure it out. I also zone out when I get overly exasperated. Not good, I know. But you know what I mean? I get so tired that I try to relax with a good book and end up not being able to focus and realize I just read the same paragraph three times already!
Thanks for your insightful posts, your thoughtfulness and encouragement. I appreciate it.
Wow! Was that hard for you to comprehend or was it a relief? I do believe people know the end is near. I struggle with that.
Can I count on you for support since you have been there? Please. Because I deal with anxiety about this. I don’t want to have anxiety about it.
I try to deal with it in a matter of fact, calm, realistic way but I struggle. Am I causing my own anxiety? Not sure. I find myself having panic attacks at times fearing when death will occur. Any advice? I suppose that is another reason I want to get back to being creative with crafting.
Yep, long time and it’s hard for me to believe it’s been that long too.
I have used that word mush too.
Plus the dynamics of the relationship changes as a caregiver rather than a normal parent/child relationship. I think it starts off subconsciously and slowly so that neither parent or adult child notices. Know what I mean? People are living so long too!
Can’t leave. That’s the main issue that is getting to me. Mom is terribly fearful if I leave. I can’t leave for long periods of time. Only if hubby can stay. So, I can get my hair cut every few months or grocery shop, stuff like that, necessary stuff. Not fun stuff. She has called on my cell if she thinks I am out too long. She’s needy now. So upsetting emotionally because my mom was always a very independent woman, not a needy personality at all.
If you're feeling isolated maybe going our to a mall or a park where there are others.
As hard as dealing with caregiving is, find myself anticipating my mom’s death and that makes me so sad. Is that normal? Did that happen to you as well? Any advice for anxiety over anticipation of the grief?
Life gets so complicated, doesn’t it? You have dealt with a lot. It’s hard and depressing.
When ever you can do it, grab periods of time to sit and to listen for your soul to catch up. If helpful, journal to yourself or the many “selves” that live within you, which are quite normal but experiencing the harness that is placed on the caregiver. Whether we lovingly choose to be a caregiver or it is forced upon us by circumstance, we still experience this har;ess to some extent. Ask yourself, “who was I before I became a caregiver? What were my purposes in life? What losses am I grieving? Or projecting that I will grieve? Call a hospice with a Masters level bereavement counselor or social worker and ask for some resources about anticipatory grief. Read snippets of “The 36 Hour Day,” for identification and support. When you write out who you and and your purposes in life it helps to fill the void within. Use the journal or other idea as a touch stone to maintain contact with your own self even when it is difficult to leave. The mind gets tired and then cuts off the connection with self because of the state of “overwhelm” that tends to consume us. One other thing I thought of is the guilt button of,”my parents cared for me. Now it is my turn to care for them.” Caring for an aging parent especially with mental and physical health limitations is much more consuming than caring for a child. So give yourself some credit for entering this way of servanthood while not allowing the tired self within you fall into the trap of being a martyr which is counterproductive to yo7r soul’s health and relationships.
Peace,
Mark
Really miss alone time with hubby.
Oh man, I love Florida too. Beach is so relaxing.
what helped me was hiring and working with other caregivers. The comradery, helping each other, laughing, struggling, working together helped bring me back to acceptance of this burden of love and a balance to my mind. So start by hiring somebody for the toughest part of the day. it’ll give you somebody to look forward to talk to who totally gets you.
and as an employer show them recognition by appreciating them occasionally. Treating them good will make them want to stay. They can quit whenever they want but you can’t. A little honey to a bee goes along way. Hang in there!
I feel guilty thinking about when my life will be mine again. I'm a young 63 year old and I want to be doing so much before I get too old to do the things I want to do. But at the same time I want and need to be here for my mother. It's just a vicious cycle of thoughts.
One thing as far as coping and not taking any kind of antidepressant I HIGHLY recommend CBD oil. I started taking it about a month ago and I feel so much better. My heart isn't pounding out of my chest when I go to bed at night and I don't wake up with that feeling of dread as to how the day is going to go.
I'm thinking of having my Mom sit on the porch and maybe planting a few plants in the front yard. I guess if there's a will there's a way to keep your sanity.
It's comforting to know I'm not the only one...... there are others facing the same issues I am. That what we're doing is the right thing to do even though it's really hard. It's kind of isolating at times watching everyone else live their lives while you are basically housebound the majority of your time. I wish everyone the strength to cope during this stressful time of your lives.
I used to make jewelry, as well as sculpting, drawing and painting and have won many awards for my work. I'd forgotten I had a life.
those feelings.Sometimes I’m so busy trying to make her happy.I would forget what makes me happy.
I signed up for a 6 week course (beekeeping) one day a week 2 hours.I’ve asked a friend if they could be the emergency back of number as I date go to gym etc.They
can be very childlike and selfish so you much be stingy with information
because they will sabotage your plans.Best of luck,I’ve been there and I am there
I remember seeing a special on television where two senior citizen women worked with a homeless outreach program at church. Oh my gosh, they were tricking the homeless to sign life insurance documentation and then murdering them to collect. They became millionaires. They looked like sweet little grannies. Was crazy! They did it for quite awhile before being caught. Those poor homeless people helped by those sweet, little old church ladies!
Even went to meet the activities director in one of the facilities. She was wonderful and like a granddaughter to those residents. Maybe one day it will be possible for mom to go to a nice place. They are costly. The nursing homes are not good here. It’s sad. I don’t have expectations of a 5 star hotel. I am realistic but the care is not good. Charges brought up with some, neglect and abuse. Food is horrendous.
Lots of theft. My godmother would be sitting naked with a blanket on her. They couldn’t find her clothes after laundry day. Then they put any clothes they found on her, that didn’t even fit her. She lost so much weight and wasn’t big to begin with.
I think it would be hard to work in those places, depressing. After seeing my dad in the hospital I would go see my godmother in the NH. She had ALZ and didn’t recognize me after awhile, or my mom or cousins. She didn’t know any of us anymore. I hope I never get that dreadful disease. I’d rather be dead.
Homes are rated poorly here, just like the public school system here. I attended private schools. So sad. There are a few schools that have improved and just have to hope it will improve in the future.
I empathize - my Mum is also 93 and totally helpless now - can't even raise a cup to drink so I have to do it for her and use a straw - means I have to remember to ensure she drinks at regular intervals because she can't ask me when she feels thirsty. My life is regulated by the alarm on my phone which reminds me to do things all through the day. Totally draining and means I can't really concentrate on things I enjoy, because I know I'm going to be interrupted. Even sitting down to pay the monthly bills requires a huge effort because I just really don't want to be bothered any more - but it's got to be done...
One useful thing I found when she was still active and liable to fall or need the commode, was a fairly basic baby monitor, which allowed me to be elsewhere in the house or garden but still able to hear her and speak to her through the monitor. (Can't do that now - I need to be with her at all times in case she swallows the wrong way and chokes, or has a fit - sigh.)
Something that helps now, especially when I'm cleaning and changing her in the mornings and getting her changed and settled in bed at night - which takes around an hour each time - is to listen to a radio play via the Internet. I'm English, so love to hear BBC radio drama - crime, supernatural, comedy etc. There is a wealth of programmes available on Youtube (just search for radio drama), and on the Internet Archive if you can learn to dig your way through it to find what interests you. Listening to a 45 minute play is much easier than trying to watch TV, or just working in silence with depressing thoughts, while you're occupied in nursing care or housework. Mum does sometimes try to sing to me while I'm listening, which can be rather trying (especially when she sings the same thing over and over again - Nelly the Elephant is a current favourite!) but I try to be pleased that she is actually doing something of her own volition - after all, I can always listen to the play again while she is sleeping.
My sanity has been saved (well, almost!) by having a carer in for one afternoon a week - allows me to skive off to the nearest hotel for a well-deserved glass of wine and just to people-watch for a while. Mum wasn't happy at first and said she didn't need to be watched over (Ha!), but I told her it wasn't for her but for me, so that I could completely relax for a while without worrying, and come back refreshed and less likely to have a meltdown. She accepted that, and we now have a trusted regular carer who chats to her, feeds her lunch, watches TV with her and generally gives her a much-needed break from me, too!
I've read the other answers and there's tons of good advice - making plans for the future is another good ploy if you can get over the odd guilty feelings. Hope you are feeling somewhat better knowing there are so many of us thinking of you and cheering you on. Do take care of yourself first, as only then are you able to take care of others - and now I'll just start taking my own advice!
talk to your doctor
get someone to come to your home when you want to go and do your thing (s)
if if your mother doesn’t like it tell her you need to do it. End of story
also couldn’t your husband watch your mum while you go out
AND I don’t understand why you just can’t sit on your porch. If you don’t hear your mother for a bit what would happen?
My mom is either afraid or can be a nag. I am tired of trying to figure it out. Too exhausted to sort through it. Easier to give up.
Whenever I have gone outside on patio she will notice I am gone and open the door and tell me that I should be where I can hear her or if she sees me coming inside I hear an insult like, good thing I didn’t need you or tell me about any little thing she immediately needed me for and if I say to her it isn’t an emergency, she has a million reasons why it’s important. Trust me, it’s usually something like filling a glass of water and she has two full glasses near her. She has this thing of having 3 full glasses at all times! Drives me nuts.
I agree but my mom’s ability to move about has declined so much. Not wheelchair bound but she definitely moves at a snail’s pace with her walker.
She has even expressed that she wants to be in a wheelchair. The doctors, primary and neurologist have said no and explained to her that she doesn’t need a wheelchair at this point. So very sad to see her even desire a wheelchair instead of her walker.
now I have joined a knitting group for one hour per week and an anything goes craft group that meets once a month. I have also started swimming 4times a week for at least half hour. It’s exercises all your body and it’s a quiet and solitary pursuit. Clears your mind
there is also an over 50’s group (I am 61) that meets once a month and we just blab.
Go to your place cal churches and councils to see what’s out there
I am longing to know - what do you think does constitute a "caregiver per se"?
Yes, you do count! Bless you for your kindnesses.
Have to tell you that every response you write lifts my spirits and makes me smile. It’s people like you that bring me hope.
Music has gotten me through many tough times. Really beautiful way to communicate, isn’t it? The belief of music being a universal language is exactly right. 😊
I learned to play the clarinet, and majored in voice in college, then left music education and became a therapist, planning to begin playing when I retired.
By then, I had arthritis in two fingers, so no clarinet.
My FABULOUS grandson LOVES music too, and he led me back to my dream instrument. Life sure can be a trip!
Yeah, I am due to see my doctor soon and I will address it. I am drained.
You must have the patience of a saint! Haha, she kicks you! Sounds funny but I don’t know if I could handle that. No offense against your aunt. I realize disease and illness brought on by age can wreck havoc in our lives. How old is your aunt? Mom is 93.
Yes. I am going to have to make some changes.
Take some time to think of something you’d absolutely LOVE to do, then start researching it online until you can dip your toe into the water and take a baby step towards making your dream real.
I am an OLD WOMAN but once I got past THAT PART, I realized I was sleeping better, breathing better, and smiling more when I was playing. Now I practice once or twice a day, without fail.
You can do this! DREAM YOUR DREAM, THEN RESEARCH YOUR DREAM, THEN LIVE YOUR DREAM!
Your story just made me smile. And is right up there with Katie and her RV travels.
Your story is not just uplifting but truly inspirational. May I ask you why the tuba? Just curious. Hey, I love it. I live in New Orleans and we are known for our brass bands. Come down here and jam!
You story was delightful to read. Thanks so much for sharing that with me.