For years my 80yr old mom has had it her way. My Dad passed away Sept 7th a year ago.My husband and I moved two doors down from my parents due to my dads illness and my Mom's refusal to be independent. She stopped driving 30yrs ago, why? Because she just wants to. She only lays on the couch all day and watches tv.She had her knee operated on 7 yrs ago and would never do the physical therapy, why? because she didn't want to. I used to live 20 minutes away and she didn't come to my home in 2 1/2 yrs, why? Because she didn't want to get ready, yes it would take her some time, but she didn't want to. Now that my Dad has passed we, my husband and I became caretakers. Through all this, I developed some major fibromyalgia, My stress level is through the roof. She does not look or pay any of her bills, I do it. A long time ago she told my Dad to do it because she didn't want to. Now, she can hardly write let alone Want to read a bill. My husband has had to try and take care of her with a very full time job. A while back when we discussed Assisted Living, she said my dad would turn over in his grave, I told her HE Would NOT. hello? May 28th she stopped walking completely. She would not speak to us, we thought she was having a stroke. We called EMS, she was in perfect health, except for her wanting to walk, so she entered a rehabilation hospital. She was there 6 weeks. She went to the 3 meals a day, always. She eats way more then me and is 5ft and over 200 lbs. which contributes to her troubles. I talked with her while she was there, told her I could no longer care for her as this fibromyalgia and migraines. She said she would be ok, that she was a lot better. um no. She came home, and back to the same crud.. here we go.
Two weeks ago I finally told her she does not do her excersizes she does not act like a Mom to me and that I was Done! Done! I walked out of her house. Because of guilt and wanting to take care of your loved ones, We continued to care for her. She would always say..dont worry, you worry to much. um yes. Two weeks ago we visited a wonderful Assisted Living Community, put down a deposit then told her this is where you are going. She had no choice but to visit or my husband and I would come apart at the seams with her. She knew she had to. She xanexed her self out, I got her ready and we went. By the way, she is on antidepressants they upped her dose at the rehab. She says she likes the xanex as she does not have to think of any thing when she takes them. oh my! We only allow her one, yes the doctor said she could take them and she has for over a year. She has never wanted to '"deal" with anything. It has been like that my whole life. Then give us the silent treatment when she is mad, and that would go on for days (growing up, and would treat my Dad like a carpet) now we are the carpet. Because, we Love our parents, we do not want them angry... ugh.
She will go in a "B" Assisted Living this Sunday Afternoon.
This has been the toughest thing I have ever done. Take care of her physically and mentally. I have felt like I have tried all my life to take her stuff on because I didn't want her unhappy. I have Two siblings, both out of state, both don't do anything. My sister comes twice a yr for a week at a time and enables her like I have. Enable. I hate that word. I have been stern with her at times then feel horrible after I do.
She has all of her meals served to her like a queen and has for yrs. I did not know all my Dad went through. He would tell me things, but until you walk a mile in someone elses shoes you just don't know.
Maybe I have not walked a mile in my Moms. I just don't know any more. Sometimes I feel like I am half crazy in my own mind.
I have been reading all of your posts for months and months, I finally got up enough nerve and strength with my fingers to write this.
You all have no idea how much your venting, your advice and stories have helped me.
I do not know if any of this makes sense.
I can't wait for your comments.
Thank you for reading this novel.