Hi All,
I'm glad I found this site!!! I've read some of the postings and (WOW)you start to wonder if things will ever get better. My mom is driving me crazy. I find I spend less and less time trying to have a conversation with her...it's too much work! And then I think to myself when she's gone that chance will be gone forever, so I try, it's very hard but I'm trying. I finally joined a local support group in my area...it's the best thing I've ever done. I have four siblings but I'm carrying the full load. I'm her primary caregiver, which I say she treats me one step above a slave...I don't even smile around her anymore, just taking one order after another. I find myself telling her the kitchen's closed! This isn't the Ritz! I will go to my second caregiver meeting on Tuesday...I can't wait! I need to breath, I need to be around other people. I seem to dream about just having one day to myself, one day to do absolutely nothing!
Just this morning at 7:45 am....before I brushed my own teeth..before I went to the toilet myself, before I combed my own hair or found my own glasses... I hear "Will somebody get me outta this bed?" through the baby monitor we carry (like a lead weight around our necks in a pool to hear our summons to assist her). Before I can stumble up the steps to her bedside, she has repeated herself about 10 times in 60 seconds shaking her bedrails. Hey I love her, but at this moment instead of "Will someone get me outta this bed" it sounds more like "Will someone please club me in the head" and I am more than willing to comply! LOL. Of course I didn't club her but damn I so much feel like a slave.
The other day I noticed that I could barely smile when I responded to her calls for assistance. I was tired of being responsible. When I looked at her, she looked so tired and lonely I leaned over and gave her a hug. She clung to me hard. She recognized me then for being more than a wheelchair pusher, cook, and butt wiper...she smiled and her eyes were misty with emotion. It was one of those moments that made me think. Hey, maybe I can do this for one more day :D
The thing is that is more than likely a baseline personality issue. You will not be able to change it, so it becomes a choice of how to cope.
I am my mother's only provider. However, I did get to a point, and still can easily be provoked to the point of if she goes past a certain line I have determined in my mind, she is on her own. Seriously. She can become a ward of the state if that is the case, but when push comes to shove, my mom knows that I am serious when I draw the line in the sand. No matter what extent she goes to, she "knows" when enough is enough and she won't like the result.
I refuse to be held hostage to her behaviors. I learned that about 6 years ago and I had to decide if my sanity was worth it. It is and so I learned boundaries. Oh those are not easy, but it can be done.
We can be pitiful or we can be powerful but we cannot be both.
Who would have thought that after all that therapy and coming to terms with my childhood that simply moving my aging mother into my space would set off such a powerfull chain reaction. I don't think there is anyone that has met my mother that does not like her. She is sweet. However, living with her is, lets just say challenging. I am so stressed right now that I feel like I am about to explode. She just annoys me in general. And then, when I feel annoyed, I feel guilty for being annoyed with this "sweet" woman. She talks non-stop about virtually nothing. I become annoyed and then I feel guilty for being annoyed and the viscious circle begins! I raised two children as a single mother. They both have masters degrees and I invested much of myself in them. Now that I am 50 I was ready to be "free". I felt like it was my time. Now here is mom. I feel trapped. I honestly do not know how to deal with all of these feelings that are coming up. I feel like this situation will destroy the rest of my life and then I chastise myself for being so selfish. I hope is that I am not alone and that I am not a "bad" person.
You are NOT a bad person! Everyone likes my mother too, but when she moved in with me it simply did not work. We were like oil and water. She is set into a very rigid routine (up by 5:45 everyday, etc.) with no wiggle room. I'm 51 with a husband and a 14 year old. I felt like my life was over and I was staring into an abyss only coming out on the other side after her death which I dread because I love her so much.
Mom is unable to come to stand on her own due to breakages from severe osteoporosis so I was at her beck and call 24/7. My poor dad waited on her like this for five years before dying from a brain tumor last December. I quickly saw that my life was headed in the same direction from the overwhelming stress.
If there's any way you can get her into assisted living, do it! My mom fought me tooth and nail over the issue, but if I can get it done, you can too. She went to an AL a little over a month ago and viscerally hated me at the time. Now she's adjusting pretty well, lots of complaints (of course), but I'm actually feeling like her daughter again. Best of all, we've regained our ability to love each and not live in uncomfortable silence.
You are not selfish. What was your mother doing at 50? Would she want you to feel your life is over? Sometimes we caregivers put ourselves in other people's shoes so much that we forget we are supposed to LIVE in ours as well. Hugs to you. This is so very difficult.
Jeeeze, I have been taking care of my 80 year old mom for two years, and hope and pray that I NEVER get as bitter as this person. Yes, it is hard, yes, there are days that you don't even want to get out of bed to start the day again. The days that you will scream if you hear the same stories again. The days that you leave grocrery carts setting in the middle of the store and leave, because you called home and didn't get an answer, only to get home and find she has fallen asleep and didn't hear the phone. The days you come home from the store to smell smoke in the house from something burning on the stove, that she had forgotten she started. The nights without more than a couple of hours sleep at a time, because you get up checking on them. Much like they did for us, when we were babies.. And the mornings that you are afraid to go into their room, because you don't know if they will still be breathing.. And you stand there and think, "what will I do" !?!? if that is what I find.. And then you cry, and cry and some days you cry some more...
Thats when you start thanking your God for the things that he HAS given you...
But you pray, and you ask your God to get you through one more day. Your thank your higher power for this day, because you know its going to get worse, not better. And you ask for strength, not just for yourself, but for her/him too, because your going to need more tomorrow than you did today.. You pray for a sense of humor, because your sure the heck gonna need that more than anything!!
And then you start thanking your God, for all the blessings that you DO have..
If you can't find any blessings in your life, then you have more problems than just your Mother.. Maybe some of the ladies in your church can take time off from quilting to help you.. Or maybe one of the phychologist that you work for would take you pro bono if they knew your situation...
Good luck
Jeeeze, I have been taking care of my 80 year old mom for two years, and hope and pray that I NEVER get as bitter as this person. Yes, it is hard, yes, there are days that you don't even want to get out of bed to start the day again. The days that you will scream if you hear the same stories again. The days that you leave grocrery carts setting in the middle of the store and leave, because you called home and didn't get an answer, only to get home and find she has fallen asleep and didn't hear the phone. The days you come home from the store to smell smoke in the house from something burning on the stove, that she had forgotten she started. The nights without more than a couple of hours sleep at a time, because you get up checking on them. Much like they did for us, when we were babies.. And the mornings that you are afraid to go into their room, because you don't know if they will still be breathing.. And you stand there and think, "what will I do" !?!? if that is what I find.. And then you cry, and cry and some days you cry some more...
Thats when you start thanking your God for the things that he HAS given you...
But you pray, and you ask your God to get you through one more day. Your thank your higher power for this day, because you know its going to get worse, not better. And you ask for strength, not just for yourself, but for her/him too, because your going to need more tomorrow than you did today.. And most of all you pray for a sense of humor, because your sure the heck gonna need that more than anything!!
And then you start thanking your God, for all the blessings that you DO have..
If you can't find any blessings in your life, then you have more problems than just your Mother.. Maybe some of the ladies in your church can take time off from quilting to help you.. Or maybe one of the phychologist that you work for would take you pro bono if they knew your situation...
Good luck
And I will leave you with an amusing story. I have a German Shephard, that if you don't close the toilet lid, has a tendency to drink out of it.. I shouldn't say drinks out of it, its more like someone turned a water hose on in there, guess he thinks its a kiddie pool... Well, Mom left the lid up the other night and later she comes stomping into the living room ( this woman only weighs 80 pounds, and sounds like a bull elephant coming through the house. The madder she gets the heavier she walks!)
She says "I just want you to know that I DID NOT pee in that bathroom floor!!
Chin up ladies, with any luck at all, we still have tomorrow...
now she don't want homecare she makes up all kinds of things that they are hurting her went they bath her i know its not ture i Have Von And they are very good workers but she hates them all and gives me a hard time about them but i know its the best thing for her she also likes to play mind games with me and my family members god pless all the people who try so hard to make live better for other people i know we will Bless in all you do someday
She makes pledges to phoney charities who call and she get tons of magazines that make no sense. I have had no real life for 5 yr. now. Fun times...