I became my mother's caregiver after my father passed away. I lived with her for about six weeks sleeping on her couch and going to work every day. My husband worked nights so he could stay with her during the day. My daughter slept with me at mom's apartment and my son stayed at home alone. I was not sleeping and couldn't function.
We moved to an accessible house and provided her with a first floor master suite. She was very ill when she moved in and I was caring for her daily needs and working full time in a demanding career. We thought she might live a few months to a year based on her health. My sister (out of state) insisted that my mother find a caregiver. She did although she was unhappy paying out of pocket for this. She had a caregiver 24 hours a day five days a week for about three months.
Fast forward five years and my mother still lives with me. She has broken bones and been in and out of the rehab center but never in an nursing home. She'll say she is very independent but she wins through intimidation. Did I mention my demanding job? If I haven't put a meal on the table by the time she wants it, she comes into the kitchen and says "I guess I should find myself something to eat...My mom indicated that I have a stressful life and I should try to make it better by lessening my stress although she told me she is not part of that stress.
I've gained about fifty pounds, lost interest in my life. I have few interests and my mother wants to follow me around everywhere I go. She has no friends but is happy to say inappropriate things to my friends and then deny them. She does not drive per medical orders but is mad at me about that. She wants me to transport her places but never asks me to take her. She tells me what I will do and when I'll do it. Did I mention that I am an adult?
Sometimes my mother sees herself as a member of the family and sometimes she is a renter (yes she does contribute to our monthly expenses). When I want to take a family vacation she insists on coming because at that time she is family. When she needs something done, I'm her paid servant. I have an entire year of vacation in my bank at work because I go nowhere. When I do take a day off, I act like I'm going to work or she'll hang on me. I go out for breakfast, go to Target, go to a movie and then come home around the normal time. I don't even tell her I have the day off.
I don't want to be with her. I don't want to talk with her. I want some privacy. If I wasn't married to a saint, I couldn't imagine a husband staying. My children do not want to be around her.
I have major guilt about all of this. I have one child in college and one leaving in a few months. She has thrown money at both of them. She'll tell me she is helping them with expenses I think because she feels guilty living with me. I tell her that if she wants to give or lend them money that is between them and i don't want to be a part of it.
I need some respite care badly. I really do, Just have to find a place to stay and stretch out so that my elder can be cared for when I'm gone for a few days. I happen to live in the Tampa Bay Area, which is staycation country. (Staycations are vacations within or very near my area, mind you.)
Maybe you too, need some respite care. If you have family members willing to pitch in, that will be great. Free respite care right there! Just my two cents (and the influence of finding relatives to stay with my elder and a hotel in my area)! And I'm glad that you're in AgingCare - absolutely one of the best caregiver support groups on the Web. Use it to your advantage. (Extra credit, find a physical support group in your area as well!)
Oh, and check out HappyRambles. I use the site to write about how my days went and show gratitude for the things I have or who I have encountered even if I'm having a rough day as I am having now! And I want to look up "a parent's love" on YouTube. It's really one of the most endearing, comforting, and tearjerking Web vids I've ever seen. It really made me realize why I'm caring for my elder - I'm doing it just to be there with her through her final days of her life. Don't just watch it once, watch it again and again if you can. Especially when the going gets rough for you in regards for caring for your mother, that video can open you up (and make you cry).
Oh, and please care for yourself. Exercise, eat right, get enough sleep, pray and meditate. Perhaps add EFT, or Emotional Freedom Technique (look it up) to the list of things that will keep you sand caring for her! Take care - you're doing MARVELOUS!
once your LO's money runs out they should qualify to medicaid..
Honor they father and mother never meant you had to take abuse. Caregivers need as much or sometimes more support than the person they are caring for. Bless you.
Then find a good job with health insurance benefits. Visit Mom as convenient. Send her cards. Call her. Continue to love her. Just don't clean up her poop any more. :D
We don't like it, but if we can stop wishing it were different, it might get a little easier. For about 30 seconds, anyway.
Then a set of circumstances and health crises landed him in a NH and the social worker approached me about having him stay there and not just for therapy. My family supported that decision so that I could have my life back and my dad begrudgingly agreed. The guilt tore me up. I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking I hear him calling for me. And him not living with me was not the clean break I expected. There was a lot of transition, a lot of upheaval. It was very stressful and where you gained 50 lbs I lost 20 lbs because my stomach twists into knots when I'm stressed. And the caregiving hasn't stopped. My dad wants a lot. He wants more visits. He wants me to quit my job so I can spend everyday with him (he has dementia now). He calls me and tells me that the other residents are being abused (I know they're not). He calls me at 11pm to tell me he saw one of the other residents with an Uzi. He's not afraid. I asked him if he was. He's not, he feels like he has a lot of power because he's aware of all of these shenanigans going on. He hallucinates. I could go on.....
My life definately became better once my dad went into the NH and before my dad began going downhill he was fairly happy and had made friends and participated in activities. I'm not happy that my dad is in a NH but I am grateful that he's being taken care of by professionals now. I wonder if his descent into dementia would have occured had I kept him at home. I can't shake the guilt but I try to rationalize it and I can live with it. I'm productive again. Working in a job I enjoy. I'm proud of the life I've created after caring for my dad. I still have responsibilites to him. He still sees me as his caregiver and is only truly happy when I'm with him. Advocating for him is a lot of work but this I can split with my brother and we both do our share. I didn't automatically become HAPPY once I was on my own again. I had to work for it and that wasn't something I anticipated. I still get sad...depressed....when it comes to my dad and I think about him all day, everyday. He's the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep.
So my life after being a hands-on, everyday caregiver is not always rosy. Being a caregiver had a profound effect on my life that I imagine will stay with me. And while my dad is still with us I still feel that obligation everyday, I still feel responsible for him, and I still feel like a caregiver. Because I am. When I visit my dad I have 100 different little fires to put out while I'm there. My brother is able to talk to my dad about movies and tv shows, pleasant conversations. I get the crying, the depression, the hallucinations and the overall misery that my dad won't discuss with my brother. I talked to the social worker about it one time, about why my brother and I have totally different kinds of visits with our dad and she said it was because I'm the caregiver. I cared for him for 5 years and I'm still caring for him and always will until the day he dies.
Grace and strength to all!