noun
a generation of people, typically in their thirties or forties, responsible for bringing up their own children and for the care of their aging parents.
I just wonder if anyone else has the same concerns about your self care, job, family time, spouse connection, caregiver fatigue and showing up for your parent with love and dedication?
My 73 yo mother with dementia and medical issues lives with me and my family. I have a husband that works overnight shift as a cop (stressful enough lately) and four children. I also work part time. My children were five years to 13 years when I started to devote weekends to clean her house and pay her bills (she lived in another state). Eventually she started coming for months at a time and then moved in. She has lived with us for about 18 mo. I could go on and on about how HARD this is but I won’t because you all know that. To me, the hardest part is that my mom wants to be my whole life. But, my husband and my children need to be my whole life so I am constantly torn and frustrated. Yesterday I signed the paperwork for her to go to a memory care where she can get the care she needs. This is the most got-wrenching thing I might ever do but I know I need to do this for my family and my marriage. Please pray for me.
A breaking point came for me about two weeks ago. I hurt my back in January, and had taking it easy for about a week to recover. I thought I was well, but then I returned to my sometimes frantic routine too early and I started having pain again. Demands on my time kept mounting; The pain kept worsening, and I kept ignoring everything, because I really didn’t want to admit to myself how in. I had become physically. I I felt embarrassed for needing help myself, and scared that a doctor would tell me I couldn’t help all the people who relied on me.
Then my husband who has started succeeding in all kinds of comedy performances kept asking me to come see him perform multiple times a week, Since I’ve been encouraging him, he couldn’t understand why I didn’t seem enthusiastic finally asked me if I was afraid for some reason that I wouldn’t have the reaction he wanted me to. I had been telling him that I hadn’t been feeling very well, but he was so excited about what he was doing what I kept trying to tell him seem to fly right over his head. So finally I had to say very firmly, “I am in pain all the time and it’s getting worse. “ He asked me to see the doctor, so I did.
I knew my weight was up, but was was Surprised to learn that my blood pressure, which has always been on the very low side, was suddenly high. She put me on all kinds of global restrictions that are a big change for me, but if I was to get back to full functioning, I need to follow them. So now under her orders I’m Spending a lot of time at physical therapy, eating vegan, not doing much housework, not driving or even riding in cars for long distances, etc.
I’m doing better. So far I’ve lost 2 pounds in two weeks, I have much, much less pain, and have cut way down on social obligations. Most of the people I care about have been very understanding, which is a great blessing. Although my son doesn’t have much spoken language, he understands everything. I’m pretty sure he knows something is going on with me. Yesterday he brought me a big cup of water and said “Drink it, please.” My Mom is a bit of a trial sometimes, but at least she has held off on constantly asking me to visit, then in the same breath forbidding me to visit, and my husband has been pitching in all over the place. So I’m seeing that when I gather the courage to keep setting boundaries (with my doctor’s help) and asking for what I need until I get it, I’m starting to get back to the person I want to be.
Try to find space to rest. I never knew did when my husband was alive. I tried to explain to my doctor once that I needed a Break but she wouldn’t get home care set up at all.
Right now I’m doing as little as possible for my Mum rather than supporting her so my brother has to acknowledge that she can’t do it herself. But she’s quiet around him and doesn’t tell him all the “stories “ she tells me, it’s infuriating. Like they are cutting down all the trees around her apartment, and building a lake and since October people in long dark coats keep circling around. ( I found out the people circling around are people getting off the bus stop).
my brother ran away to the other side of the world
overlapping this into my husbands illness, one shitty problematic son and even worse in-laws
now we all live together and my other son who helps with his father and I help with the grandchildren Now I have about 7 years of looking after my husband. If I am lucky I might get my own life at about 68 if I’m not dead first
It IS a different situation for each family and what they feel comfortable doing, but it is important to set clear boundaries, stick to them, and make sure you have time for yourselves as well.
I wish everyone on any spectrum of the sandwich the best. Life is short, and we need to treat each other with the respect and dignity each person deserves that is realistic and addresses the care and support of each person involved.
to crisis treadmill for years and frankly didn't take great care of myself as I often
had to cancel appointments to take care of one or the other.
Ironically when there was finally a lull in the daily crisis and I started taking care
of myself again my own health failed rather spectacularly. I've seen this happen with a few others as well. It's easy to get on this blind treadmill with one crisis thinking you see the light at the end of the tunnel, only to realize years later
the tunnel is verrrrry long indeed.
Moral of the story is learn to have boundaries, learn to say no, take very very
good care of yourself, and choose your friends wisely.
My mom went to live in a nursing home in Jan. after three years of being completely helpless except to put a spoon in her mouth. My youngest is now 16. It was unbelievable how many people asked couldn’t Mom could live with me! Small home, no spare bedrooms & still educating children. Call me mean, selfish, horrible, I don’t care, I wasn’t about to take on that much of her care.
I think it is an unforeseen consequence of having children when you are older, is that you may wind up with very young children and very old parents. Both my brother and father were fathering children at 39, and my brother continued until he was 44.
My brother's inlaws are in their early 70's, so he stands to be looking at some degree of senior/junior sandwich for the next 15 plus years.
My parents did not any to provide any care to their parents. Both my grandmothers died after short hospital stays at age 82. Both grandfathers died of lung cancer, one in the 1960s the other in the 1970s.
I am lucky, my kids are launched and I have firm boundaries regarding what if any care and support I will offer my parents.