Things I have learned.

Yaya, you mentioned vinyl gloves. I've learned the importance of finding the right gloves - and vinyl is NOT one of it. When cleaning poop, that gloves just slides right on by - and makes the situation worse. Try holding a wet wipes and swiping. The vinyl gloves just slips right off the wipes, and you end up swiping the poop with your vinyled gloved hand. Nope. Latex gloves does the job best!
So - the conclusion - what works best for some, may not work best for you.

Book - I hear you! And your post brings up two more on my list....
- no matter how bad things seem, there is someone else "out there" going through worse
and...
- no matter how bad things seem, they're probably going to get worse

The things that I have learned and never cared for when growing up was -changing my nieces/nephews pampers. When I babysat, I insisted the parents change their pampers before dropping them off. I Did Not Do Pampers. Then, mom was diagnosed with dementia. But changing her pampers weren't so bad. Mom was Finicky. She waited until the pampers was off before she would pee and poop. Dad was a totally different story. He Digs into his pamper, Touches inside, and spread the "dirt" all over his stomach, his back and all over the bedding. I swear, I thought it was Karma coming after me 20-fold for all the hard times I gave the parents of those I was babysitting. I wish I Never ever have to deal with this again. (Most likely it will happen again as he progresses.) Not something that I can put in my resume that I already wanted to run away even before seeing the mess - just by going on what I can Smell! FYI, I took the coward's way out. I cut his shirt/pants and threw it away. I just coudn't figure out how to remove his shirt without the poop getting all over his head/hair. That was my crash course on the reality of poop touching/smearing stage.

Cap'n she may be out of meds and she may have hidden them someplace for safe keeping. Check the underwear drawer, the old ice box, the usual places.

Cap - don't sell yourself short. The caring you gave your mom was no walk in the park, and your aunt is so very lucky to have you looking out for her welfare.
Finding the humor in it all is what keeps me going. That and the sense of power I get every time I tug on a pair of vinyl gloves.

you sound like youve been thru it yaya, bless you .. i only dealt with pathologically lying f - tards , never really bean in the trenches like yourself ..
lol , my aunt hasnt seen me in days and shes out of meds . wrong on both counts. this is humorous , what your doing is not ..

In 30 years I have learned so many ways to help adult children like yourself. Please read my amazon ebook "Bold Actions for Helping Older Parents". Good luck!