Has anyone been able to maintain a healthy (or at least somewhat satisfying) relationship with siblings who have ignored your requests to help with mom and dad, and reacted with disdain when you talk about the difficulties of being a caretaker? If we continue on the path we're headed, my kids and I won't have anyone but one another. I'm not sure that's fair to my kids. On the other hand, is a relationship with people who only (occasionally) show up for the parties, worth investing in? I'm pretty disgusted at the moment, at how everyone expects us to give up hours per day/week/month without so much as a call or text to show even minimal support. I understand they won't change. But, if you have positive thoughts or coping mechanisms on how to maintain relationships after such egregious neglect, please share. Hugs to everyone doing this labor of love. I'd love to read examples of people who were able to maintain relationships with neglectful family members. Anybody rise above? I feel like divorcing my sibs, and I might. But want my kids to have some family in the area. I need some inspiration.
Which means, you are free to divorce yourself from your siblings if you like; but do at the same time try not to badmouth them to your children or force the children to take sides. Let the children come to their own conclusions.
I'm afraid I can't advise on rising above because I failed to, utterly, and now have no contact with my siblings. But as far as I know, my three children are still in regular touch with their cousins and Facebook friends with their aunts.
My soul screams out for the rejection, I know she cannot help but feel––don't they realize how fleeting the time they have to spend with her is now? !!! Expletive, expletive, etc.,
When I was a child my mother read to me from the Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran, and as far as I know, she read it to my two older sisters and my brother as well. When my mother read, "On Children," I remember it made my heart ache without my fully understanding why, and now as an adult I do.
Your Children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
There are other stanzas, but what I have shared here is what comes to mind, every now and then, when I work myself into righteous anger over what I view as my sibs lack of gratitude for the angel, that gave birth to us, and set us all free from any obligation, almost from the start.
It will take practice to let go of any and all resentment towards my sibs, and I suppose it does not matter if I give them ultimatums or create ones in my mind. The only thing that matters is my relationship with my mother. While she may not be able to visit me in the house of tomorrow, she will always be with me in the mansion of the heart.
So thank you for posting here SuzeeQ, because, it made me realize that I am not going to waste anymore of the precious time remaining with my mother, resenting my truly worthless sibs.
:) Just injecting a little humor.
What I have continued to learn is that priority #1 is to have a good relationship with myself, which means not repeating stories to myself that upset me. Even if the stories show every evidence of being accurate. Example: "What a jerk that she won't even bother to send a card" is only going to fuel my anger. It's a choice I don't have to make. Sometimes I'm able to just drown out that soundtrack; sometimes I edit it. Example of edit: "What a shame that they really don't understand how much they and their contact mean to Mom". Or "I wish I could find a way to help them find the joy of sending a card every month instead of trying to ignore and avoid the guilt of not contributing in bigger ways."
Point being -- What other people do or don't do does not have to determine the quality of my life. What DOES determine that quality is what I choose to focus my mind on -- the stories I'm telling myself over and over. My subconscious mind thinks of that as instruction and begins to seek out evidence to prove I'm right. I'd rather be right about the sadness of people just not being very aware than about the resentment of them being inconsiderate or worse. I can maintain a relationship with someone for whom I feel sadness; it's much harder to do that with someone for whom I feel resentment or anger.
Knowing that I can't change my siblings is one part of the equation. Knowing that I am ridiculously in charge of the quality of my own life is the second and far more powerful part. And it helps for me to remind myself that it was me who chose to have Mom living with us and if she eventually requires AL or NH placement, it will be me making those decisions. No one else to fete or fault. I made the choice, knowing that they live in other states, have busy lives and other challenges of their own. It's a bit harder with my sister who is local, finding the balance of her participation. She did not volunteer for the caregiving role, yet when our jobs moved us to the same area where she lives, she has been a rock about providing respite care. Sometimes I have to edit that story, too. Instead of "does she really think giving us space for a Saturday night date equals the balance for all the nights I'm up at 3 AM with bathroom duty?" To "with all the 3 AM bathroom duty I pull, it is a real treat to occasionally just have night out -- or the occasional weekend or annual week off -- with my husband." So my relationship with her is remaining strong and growing stronger. My other siblings are doing the best they can by the lights they have, and I'm healthier, happier, and more energetic when I accept that and focus on what I can do to take good care of Mom without totally giving up my own life. It's really a pretty simple mind shift, but I'm amazed at (1) how I resisted it for so long; and (2) the enormous improvement once I began to make it a habit. It's so freeing to not let their deeds or non-deeds be in charge of my emotions.
Oh, final interesting fact: There are studies which demonstrate that an emotion will not last more than 90 seconds unless it is fueled by a "story". So on days I'm feeling resentful, if I can use those 90 seconds to really focus on a non-hostile story, the emotion will have evaporated and my day can continue in serenity
Each of my sibs and I got to choose our level of involvement in our mother's care. For the years my mother's needs overlapped my husband's dementia my own involvement was limited. Taking care of my husband was a "good" reason to be absent, my brother's cancer was a "good" reason. I don't know exactly what the absent brother's reason was. I don't think I get to judge whether it was a good or not.
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