I would like to give the Hallmark answer: cherished memories, rewarding moments, uplifting experiences. Unfortunately that has not been my story. I realize there are many that do have wonderful CG experiences and I’m happy for them. Sincerely. But as I near the end of this chapter, I realize that my life is an unmitigated disaster. I have no family relationships left, my friends have all faded away, I sacrificed my career, my own health is poor, and I will soon be homeless. And my adult children, rather than learning from my mistakes, seem to be taking on their own caregiving tasks. I can’t help but wonder if I’d demonstrated more self care then maybe they would be more diligent in practicing it.
Any regrets? Would you do it differently?
So, when people are feeling sorry for themselves - I'm not the most patient listener. And I have flat out told my mom, and my IN LAWS, who all want to ring a bell and I'll respond to do whatever they don't feel like doing - NO - hire someone. I have a job that is full time and much overtime, a house, a husband and 11-year old son. I do not have time for stuff they don't want to do. Hire it out, do it yourself, or if you cannot - move and I'll help you research places and services. But if you keep rejecting what I find - then I will back out and you can take over.
I have told my mom and IN LAWS - no one is moving in. Disappointing both mom and MIL, especially MIL who has never lived on her own, or made a financial decision, has just been the little housewife. They complain about this decision to all and everyone and again - I am a horse-chit daughter and daughter in law. I do not care. I have learned to smile and "bean dip" the conversation.
Now, to those truly struggling, who try and really look for avenues and not just to ding a bell - I will help. Such as my step mom - who NEVER asks me to do anything - just visit and have a cup of coffee and a few laughs. I do like to surprise her by washing her windows while she is at the grocery store and stuff like that.
Fire away. Flame resistant suit on.
As an only child, I have no siblings to help me out, and do all the care giving myself from 4 miles away. Doctors, emergency rooms, rehab, specialists, care conferences, medication meetings.....even though mother lives in AL, my job as her POA is more than enough. Just the bill paying and financial management aspect of this is quite a lot to deal with. Applying for Medicaid will be my next gargantuan task if she's still alive in 18 months when her money runs out. She's 93 in January.
No regrets, but still tired and stressed out about all the drama and medical /financial issues that keep me involved continuously. No matter how we care give, up close or from a few miles away, there is TON involved.
Thank you for your response. I am most struck by your last sentence. There IS a ton involved and every day seems to bring a new adventure. For me, I honestly had no idea exactly how difficult it would be.
Thank you for your response. I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to endure. Like you, I thought it was God’s plan for me to take on the caregiving in the family. But in retrospect, I feel like it’s been a suicide mission. I’m doing the best I can but if I had it to do over, I would say no as well. Hugs to you.
I've come to realize the close knit family I thought was there, would be there in any crisis are very shallow, back stabbing, self-centered individuals who've leveled false accusations against me of which none are true. I feel so betrayed by them, and realize I'm better off distancing myself from them. Both the caring or helping to care, first for my father, now my mother (I'm basically alone), along with the false accusations began to impact my physical, emotional and psychological health. I realize the few times they stop by is because they've gotten wind of some out of town relative from out of state coming into town, so they feel a need to rush over and put on a good front. On those occasions they'll stop by moms place prior to the out of towners coming and bring a few items, and continue to show up sporadically while the out of towners are there, even bringing over a little money to soften her up so when that out of town relative ask who comes around she'll start naming them. Giving the impression they're always there. Which isn't true. Usually, I get pushed back to the background anyway when 'company' arrives. I become invisible, even with mom. And there's always the barbs, and sly insults aimed at me I ignore for her sake. Otherwise, I'd have told them where to go and how to get there a long time ago.
The only reason I've not packed up and left altogether is to be there when she needs it, and I'm cordial if and when any sibling drops by and I happen to be there (I'm not the confrontational type, but I do have my limits), but I make a quick exist, because I can no longer stand to be in their presence. . If and when 'that' time comes and I outlive mom, which is a toss up at this point, I plan on severing all ties with the family and moving away.
I'm tired. Most of all I'm tired of all the false accusations I've had to endure. One sibling actually tried to get his police former son-in-law to come out and search my house looking for mom's 'things' he thought I have, but never had. There is no money to my knowledge, but some of them have even accused me of taking money from her when I actually give her a small monthly allowance (50-100) to help spread her small SS check.
When she had to have surgery in another city, but the same state, my daughter from out of state would travel to town and we shared rental car and gas expenses to get her back and forth to that hospital for post surgical followups, because my car at the time wasn't in good condition for traveling. They never offered so much as help with gas money. I've been accused of trying to 'control' the situation when it was they who drifted away and eventually stopped coming around. To the point that mom came to rely heavily more and more on me. So on the rare occasion they'd offer to take her somewhere she'd immediately say "That's okay. I'll get _______ (me) to take me."
If I sound bitter, maybe I am. I don't even know my own feelings anymore. It's as if I've had to place everything on the back burner when it comes to emotions and even my physical health. The one feeling I do recognize is that of a deep hurt I don't think I will ever get over anytime soon.
My first instinct is to just hug you and then I wish I could just step in and help you in some way. Honestly, I’m so sorry you’ve had to endure all that you have. I have no easy answers, but know you have a sounding board here. I care and there’s wonderful people here that care too. Please vent as much as you need to.
I have told Mom very clearly and frankly that when she can no longer get to the toilet on her own or get from her transport chair into the front seat of my car that she will have to move into residential care. She is in denial and refuses to make any plans.
She has no money so she will be looking for a Medicaid bed. I have been equally clear with my sisters, who provide more care than I do. They may be willing to further injure themselves doing Mom's housework and laundry, but I am not. I see that as enabling Mom to avoid making the obvious choice to move into a care situation where these details are taken care of.
I have come to think that if a person is over 60 and an even older parent needs more care than a cheer-up visit and picking up a few things at the store the immediate response should not be "let me help you" but "let me help you find a nice place in a caring place where these needs will be met by someone who is trained to give care properly." We are excessively trained to "help" even if we, ourselves, are not really all that strong. Sometimes, for short term needs that is a good thing. Caring for an aging parent, however, is not the same thing as giving support and care for a friend who has spent a couple days in the hospital and needs help with making meals for a few days. This is a long-range thing that can go on for decades.
Indeed, move 3,000 miles away if at all possible and do the nice thing of calling frequently and sending photos through the internet of all the nice things you are doing so Mom can enjoy them vicariously.
No matter what anyone says. Anyone! Caregiving is not easy. Ask any caregiver and if they are truly honest they will tell you that.
Yes, some people are blessed with lovely parents. But even with lovely parents, people are not perfect. They aren’t perfect. Caregivers aren’t perfect. Let me tell you that you don’t know a person until you live with them. Their true colors eventually come out.
Nothing is easy in caregiving. Like I said, even in the best of circumstances there are ups and downs so don’t believe the ‘Pollyannas’ in this world because they are portraying a fairytale life that simply doesn’t exists.
I don’t believe in sugar coating. I believe in speaking the truth. The hard truth that perhaps some people don’t want to hear or face but only the truth will set us free and truly help. Denial does nothing to help but causes so much harm to everyone.
I had let in a little light, a little more truth during those years, the process would not have been so difficult. All caregivers: Take the help where you can get it.
I'm still struggling a bit, made the mistake of jumping on the first job I got offered and about killed myself to make a few extra bucks but things are finally starting to level out in life... I have no family to bail me out if I fail so stress and anxiety have ruled a lot of my time along with serious self doubt but as I said it starts to balance itself out over time, the self doubt is still sticking around but not as bad today I'm between jobs yet again but should be starting a job in the week where I know the business and feel more comfortable in my own skills set to make it work and it's not a highly physical demanding type job like the others I jumped on in a moment of panic to just get back to work... although I don't discredit those jobs because they did force me back into the flow which was something I desperately needed to get through a ton of depression and sorrow... now facing the holidays alone I do some reflecting it's the first Thanksgiving alone, first Christmas, you get the picture but I'm feeling okay with it... I'll manage.
Time feels against you and the weight of the world is on your shoulders to work and put a roof over your head, it's not an easy time but you will get through it... I know it sounds like BS right now but I was there, I lived through it, I made many mistakes along the way... and yet I'm still here today, not going to lie it sucks in the beginning and depending on how long you've been out of circulation may take more time to get back into the swing of life... but we must carry on...
Personally I made the choice to live in a Van I converted in those 30 days to get out and have been living pretty comfortable at a campground for the past month, before that lots of hotel hopping and boondocking while I was searching, I'm happier now then I have been in a long time not a 100% mind you but getting there.
You've just gotta keep working towards your goals and time will heal the wounds sooner then later you'll find life is beginning to come back together in the mean time just know many of us have or are going through exactly the same situation as yourself and feel free to lean on us for support when times get tough...
Wow. No it doesn’t sound like BS. I guess we all need to be reminded that life goes on and to keep placing one for in front of the other. You’ve inspired me and I really needed that. Hug!