
Many of us, myself included, come from a dysfunctional family which adds a lot of weight to the challenges of caregiving. I have read stores on various threads on other topics and decided it would be good to have a thread just for this topic for people to share, vent and discuss.
The idea for this thread originated on the thread named "The Caregiver....How are YOU doing today?"
I continue to be amazed at how some folks at mom's facility can take a step back and keep on going even into their 90s
Mom often loses her appetite with UTIs and yes MC misses UTIs all the time - MIL might just benefit from the extra attention from hospice
It's all so difficult
pamz - hope things are settling down. It is a difficult time for everyone.
book - your mum hung in there for a long time. My mother is not at death's door but she is declining.
Oh madge - the 90's are long gone for my mother. Hope your viking is dong well.
This is not being a stellar holiday - R and I have enjoyed the mountains. We couldn't get to Jasper as the road was blocked the morning we tried due to a collision. However, we took an interesting side trip. He hiked a couple of days and I spent most of the time dealing with one allergy hit or another. I am now officially allergic to metal - probably nickel - and hopefully only that. It will make sorting through my jewelry much easier. Anything metal, not 14 K gold or over or good sterling silver, will go. I have used a lot of zinc ointment soothing my skin. Then I made a spectacle of myself at the court house. R had business there and I hadn't remembered that I had a pair of folding scissors in my handbag, which also doubles as a pharmacy, make up counter, and more. It is bad enough that my earrings set off the alarm so I had to be searched but, they kept me behind so I could surrender the scissors. But could I find them???? Finally the guy took my bag back to the machine to locate generally where they were in my purse, and, after refusing his kind offer to look, I did find them and handed them over. It was embarrassing.
Since then I have kept quiet and finally. am getting over the various ailments now that it is time to go home. Oh well! The rest has done me good.
Take care all!
(((((((Veronica))))))) So, so sorry. Words can't express. Deepest condolences.
Golden, hope you feel better quick. Yes the house is going quick. They started enclosing it Friday, trusses next week. Then it will become a waiting game to get on schedule for subs. Six weeks just for Windows to get here.
Anyway, I'll make this shorter. I got drunk on root beer schnapps last night and I have a big headache today.
The respite break was great, and mom and I had a "honeymoon period" that lasted exactly one week after that. Then she went right back to her old ways, and I realized, finally, that you guys were right. My mother is a narcissist.
She treats me like I am nothing. Like, my life is nothing, my needs are nothing, my home is nothing, my friends are nothing, my music is nothing. Everything I am or have or want is NOTHING to her. If I'm anything to her at all, I'm just an extension of her, meant to support everything SHE is or has or wants, like a "good daughter." And she honestly doesn't think I've given up anything real or tangible to care for her - she actually had the balls to snark at me last week that I have a pretty good life here!!!!!!
This isn't even new. Part of the reason I haven't been around for a couple of weeks is I've just been quietly observing, and adding up all the parts of my life, ending up with this conclusion. It's been a lifetime of secrets, lies, and headgames....
It isn't just dementia. She is physically a wreck, but her mind is not as illucid as she sometimes pretends.....rather, it's part of her narcissism that she just wants other people to do her thinking work for her, alongside everything else everyone does for her. Mild dementia has broken her filters, but only with ME. I'm the only one she is mean, nasty, and dismissive to, and she tells everyone else what a great daughter I am. I think in some ways, she is quite happy to have a tragic, lingering illness like kidney disease, because people feel sorry for her and she gets treated like a queen, never having to do anything for herself, while still getting to live to a reasonable age. (She'll be 80 in two weeks - before kidney disease, she used to constantly say she didn't want to live to "some horrible age like 80.")
Yesterday I screamed at her to stop treating me like I'm nothing, kicked one of the kitchen cabinets so hard I damaged it, sat on the kitchen floor bawling, and then made her go sleep in her room. This is the never-ending battle over the living area (the apartment is open plan), where she just sleeps on the couch all day/evening in front of the TV, and I have to tip-toe around her. Because me wanting to have a LIFE (get some exercise/play some music/have some friends over/stretch out on the couch myself) really is a pathetic joke to her. I should just hide in the teeny-tiny spare room where there's only room to sit/lay on the bed, or else I should sit quietly at the dining table while she sleeps.
I told the two home support workers who've visited since not to bring her into the living area unless she asks. I must seem like the coldest daughter on earth to them. I'm going to put a TV in her room, hopefully some time this week, and then maybe that will mollify her - and I can start to have at least half a life again, not having to tip-toe around the main living area. (She never wanted a TV in her room because she didn't want it to feel like a sick room - so she treats the entire apartment like a sick room, while everyone else must accommodate that.) I WILL fight her on this. I'll be damned if I'm going to live like this anymore.
Anyway. I need to get rid of this headache so I won't stay online much longer. But I just wanted to tell you that you were all right, and I'm finally realizing it.
And Pam.. yeah that; how they do it, they expect you to stop any life-sustaining meds and just give pain and anxiety meds. I remember with my mom that I had to explain that her Sinemet made her able to feed herself and she valued that. They did not even want to give her anticoagulants, which she needed in order not to hasten death, which was not our goal. We just wanted her comfortable and able to interact, not totally snowed, and not to have to go back to the hospital.
Thanks for that, vstefans.
Well. Just got a 55" Sony TV mounted to the wall in mom's room, with BFF's and her hubby's help. Perfect view from her hospital bed - it's like her own private movie theatre and WAY more comfortable than the couch. Haven't set up the cable yet - have to get a service call for that. But we did set it up with my Chromecast, which means I can broadcast anything to her TV from my laptop or phone....or tablet (she has one but it was a gift she never used, so naturally I can't even find it). The main thing is Netflix, which is what she watches most anyway (because autoplay).
Fingers crossed this is the solution I've been looking for. The biggest issue is space....if I could just get some space, especially on the weekends when I can't go anywhere, I don't think I'd be so angry. If she could just fall asleep in front of the TV whenever she wants, like she used to do before I started staying with her, I don't think SHE'D be so angry.....
Maybe it's a view some people have that one's true "home" is the home of one's parents? I've never felt that way (especially because of the divorce), but mom did end up living back in the house she grew up in, until she came here....though at least she had the opportunity to make it hers. This place would look much different if I had the opportunity to make it "mine." (For starters, all this bloody beige would get tossed over the balcony!)
Fingers still crossed. If she ends up preferring the (bigger, newer) TV in her room, this will actually solve about a hundred problems......
My best friend has met someone though dating and they say they're getting married. (I joked that I have food in the refrigerator older than their relationship, but whatever, she's happy and I'm happy for her.) She came up and I dragged myself out to see her and have dinner with them. Then we went out to a nightclub. It was fun but... I started having very strange anxiety and panic and weird thoughts. I think it's because I was PUSHING myself to go out with her, stay out late, there were lots of drinks. My body/brain just doesn't have much reserves anymore. I push myself too much and it changes my personality.
My day was completely ruined today because I got to bed far too late to do a workout or go into work as scheduled. I knew no one was counting on me today, so it was a reasonable day to call off, but... it's not good.
It's not a crisis but I was SO MOODY yesterday and last night. I would have tears, then feeling agitated and aggressive. Ugh. It's passed but it's concerning to feel that way and act that way. I'm wondering if chronic fatigue is why I don't handle any bumps in life well at all. It takes so little to knock me off track, mentally and physically.
Thanks for indulging my self-obsessed post, lol. I see that many of you are dealing with serious health issues, either yourselves or your LO's.
I see a therapist, then a psych, come August. I'm hoping they might have some input for how to better handle my anxiety. It's exhausting to experience.
Becky, glad you home and recovering. Soon these surgeries will a memory and you will be up doing all your normal routine.
Golden, I too have metal allergies. I can wear sterling silver or 14k gold and higher with no break outs or skin irritations. I hope the rest of your trip was more enjoyable.
More info has come out regarding my niece. Apparently she was drinking large amounts of alcohol along with taking Ativan.
My sister is very tortured with questions, what if she did not die immediately, was she in pain, why didn’t her family do something knowing she was drinking so much and taking pills. She even says her daughter is a hypocrite because she banished me from her life when I was drinking. I know it’s her pain that is causing her anger. I wish I had words to help her, but I don’t.
I watched a video about a man now in his 40’s. He survived jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. He said as soon as his hand let go of the rail, he had instant regret. He also said he did not do it out of selfishness or to hurt anyone; it was to stop the internal battle, stop the pain and silence his thoughts.
If you know someone battling depression, it has become a very serious situation when they say they are a burden or feel like a burden. Take it seriously and try to get them help through APS or other sources.
My heart breaks for my sister, for my niece who now feels she enabled her sister, and her husband who lives knowing their last words to each other was from a bad fight.
You are being a rock to your family, you know. All this fallout must be terrible for everyone.
I’m feeling better every day. Unfortunately, my surgeries didn’t miraculously cure my sleep problems. It’s not a perfect life.
Ali, I don’t know what to say about your health other than since my mom passed away, any stress I experience ( generally family stress), I get easy exhausted with my heart rate elevated for a few days. Everyday stress from work doesn’t bother me. I’m just wondering if after being a caregiver, your body and emotions are just not up to any excitement right now. Take care of yourself (hugs)!
Sorry about your sis. What an event for her... for all of you. But makes sense to me, with everything you've said about her through the years, that she would be lashing out in anger at everyone else right now. Try to shield yourself from it as much as you can. You can't change anything. I'm glad you don't experience fatigue/stress from work. I do, and my job is pretty easy. That tells me that it's just ANYTHING that runs me down right now. Just being awake runs me down, lol. So this is not good. I don't have a good quality of life right now but I keep working on it. (((hugs)))