
I guess I'll go first with this one.
The thing that stands out the most for me about MIL with alzheimers.......
Everything is ALL ABOUT HER. I could cut my arm off and be bleeding on the floor right beside her and she would worry about who was going to bring her a cookie.
I am treated as" a nothing" in her world.
Then I feel guilty for thinking she's an old battleaxe.
Well that's my confession.
How about yours?
Love, Margaret
He has always been that way if what I am doing is what might be considered domestic or “women’s work.” We also worked together and he respected my “intellectual/professional” tasks in the office. It’s a weird dichotomy. I used to snap or yell at him before he got sick. Now I can’t he looks so vulnerable it breaks my heart but I still feel that surge of WTF?
Can’t you see I’m doing the five last things you asked me to do? Then I feel like a complete bi**h yelling at a child!
Yes, when a brain starts to die ... when brain cells die ... this is what happens.
Your confession is one of a lack of understanding what dementia is.
Regardless of the reason for AD egocentricity, it's understandable for even the most informed caregiver to be bothered by it. Let's go easy on each other in this forum meant to support, not criticize.
She is the reason I never had children, for I seen she gave up her whole life for us.
My 1st MIL called me selfish, yes I guess I was!?? I worked hard, I played hard & the responsibility of a child scared the death out of me.
But now I have to be the mom, she has no one else, I have no experience but I know compassion, I know or think I do what is right. That is me as the only surviving child of 5 & her the only child of 7. Who else but me!? I really dislike the fact that it has come to this. If I had known I would of had kids but I didn't & now I will have no one to care for me & it is her fault, but the love I have Makes one think.should of, could of ,would off!
So my answer would reality, that she made me face, that never crossed my mind.
I' be become a mama in my 60's & if she would of trusted me always as I have never done her wrong, she wouldn't be in the place she is nor would I
For 3 years I put up with it while she had dementia and after an argument with my brother telling me how he wanted me to do everything because he had POA & he had “control” I finally told him I was done & he could do it all himself.
Well after that he took my mom to an attorney & had her amend her trust removing me as 50/50 & leaving everything to him 100%.
Do not do any caregiving without having medical & financial POA.
I am jealous of people who can be caregivers and be kind and calm and confident at the same time.
Now I fear growing old and disabled on my own. It's awful, awful, awful. Nothing to look forward to except eventual decay and death.
My issue now is the never ending dealing with Medicaid which now my fathers inheritance from
my mother requires more dealing with Medicaid and the nursing home. I am waiting for some awful shoe to drop. I have a lot of anxiety. I am so damn angry at my parents for not doing any financial planning when they should have. I am so damn miserable about this mess. My mother always wanted to break me. Well she succeeded. I’m going on year two dealing with this crap. I hate them.
2. Loss of identity
3. De-railed retirement
4. Sense of being held hostage by an aging parent
5. Watching other friends and family-members travel
6. Sense of isolation
7. Living a life that was not truly mine (at times, it felt like indentured slavery)
8. How easy it was to fall into the role of caregiving (due to my proximity, at the time, and Mom’s immediate needs)
Those were the things that bothered me the most about caregiving. I am still processing having recently had my 94-year old mother move to LTC in another city with my sibling close by. I am relieved to be out of it, and quite certain that I never want to be a primary caregiver again.
I did it for 10 years: it changed me.
Now my time is winding down, as he will go into a state run facility. I turn 65 in a week. My savings are down to zero, I had to give my job up to provide the ever increasing care required by my father. My future is a bit grim. But I will be OK.
It is hard to imagine how I will keep a strong relationship with my siblings. They threw me under the bus. Then again, what did we actually have, if this is the best they could do for a loving brother?
And after that we should exercise, do hobbies, get enough sleep, eat right.
Yeah, right.
And how overall there is no recognition for caregivers who do several jobs, modern slavery of 24/7.
My beloved mom just passed last Monday, (I moved home to care for first my dad, who passed in Feb. 2020, and then my mom.) I promised her that I would do whatever I could to keep her at home until the end, and I busted my ass to do it. I managed to hold it together and go hard for the first few years, but after we made it through COVID, the hits just kept coming. Our house flooded from Hurricane Ian, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, and then after going through that treatment for that, she had a major heart attack, and then her body just continued to shut down. Through most of it, I barely kept it together, (dealing with contractors and insurance for flood repairs, cooking, cleaning, yard work, her care, doctor appts., financial stuff, errands, etc.). Still, in the last year, the burnout started setting in and I started to feel a bit unhinged, both mentally and physically. And, even when we signed up with hospice, I was still responsible for most of it and I would beg for respite, telling the nurse that I was overwhelmed, that I was exhausted, etc., yet I wasn't feeling heard. I would cry to my friends, saying that I felt like I was losing my mind, I was suffering from such physical fatigue that most days I had to call on every bit of strength I had to care for my mom, and all I ever heard from everyone was "Hang in There" "Eldercare is Hard" "You're Doing Great". I even lost two longtime "friends" because they couldn't fathom what I was going through, said they felt neglected, and that our friendship had become one-sided.
And even now that my mom is gone, I haven't had time to grieve or to honor her properly or to treat myself to a proper haircut, because I have no money and the insurance company is taking their sweet time paying my modest death benefit. So after five years of giving everything I had to give, (literally) still, I'm left to deal with a house with an underwater reverse mortgage and 40 years of memories and things to sort through, sell, donate, etc. with only 30 days (I've asked for an extension but I don't think I'll get one), I have to find a place to live and figure out how to make a living after five years out of the workforce (AND I'm almost 60). And on top of it all, I'm suffering from such debilitating post-caregiver fatigue that I can hardly function.
So yes, I, too, feel abandoned and unseen and have felt that throughout the entire caregiver process. So much so, that I've vowed to myself, that if I somehow manage to make it through the last leg of this journey, I would start a non-profit organization dedicated solely to CARING FOR CAREGIVERS....something that will provide people like us with TANGIBLE services (massage, chiropractic, acupuncture, nutrition assistance, haircare, mani-pedis, talk therapy, house cleaning, pet care, yard work, clothing donations, errands, etc.) through both monetary and in-kind (contributions of goods and services) donations. I don't know when it will be, because right now I can barely find the energy to take a shower, but I will make it happen.
Until then, I won't tell you to hang in there, or any of that other crap. Just know that I SEE YOU. And I feel your pain.
I have looked (for 2 years) for assistance (physical and financial) from many sources (without getting into the details): siblings, veterans, doctors, etc. I'm slowly drowning.
DH: I think I’ll make a cup of coffee. (He can’t; he doesn’t know how.)
Me: Ok, but can you wait until I finish wrapping this last present on the counter so you don’t get them wet?
DH: I guess I’ll have to….you're so helpless.