Has your family, or spouses family "dumped" the respondsibility of caregiver on you?
Have you tried to get Doctors, Social workers, the State to help, with no response?
Have you lost your "life" to be the Caregiver ?
Then this is for you to vent, talk, share your story. "All we have left". So might as well share it, Abused Caregivers ONLY!
My 104 year old grandmother has swindled me out of my life ,and 2 of her other 3 grandchildren have helped her to do so.
The remaining one is so far out on the periphery that he doesn't really count. But I'm sure he would have joined in too, given a chance.
I am really not out to whine, but much like the hero in The Princess Bride, I am mostly dead, but not quite completely dead. However, there will be no Miracle Max for me and no magic wait-30-minutes-for-full-potency piece of chocolate to save me at the end.
I posted my story "Tough times with 103 year old Grandma" (put "103 year" in the search box if interested) when I joined here about a year and a half ago. I keep meaning to update it, and probably will any day now.
But for now, since you asked, "Have you tried to get Doctors, Social workers, the State to help, with no response?", I thought I would add to that.
My lying, swindling grandma says the Rosary 3 times a day, watches the mass on EWTN daily without fail, and genuinely believes that her son is going to come down to take her up to heaven. So, at the end of my rope, one day I thought, "Well, maybe I can get a Catholic priest to come in here to talk some sense into her."
I called the local church, discussed it briefly with a secretary of some kind, who, after hearing a little of my horror story, promised me that I would be called back shortly. Sure enough I got a call back, and amazingly from the Bishop! He listened to my story for a moment and then stated that unless we were members of the parish, or else made a nice contribution, they couldn't possibly help. I was blown away by that. The church of course tries to have such a "do good" image, but when it comes to down to brass tacks, they can can be as mercilessly "No pay, no play" as your favorite utility company. And the Bishop, to reach such a stature, obviously had to have the people skills, the "grace", to state that very deftly yet clearly and without needing to show his fangs. For that I had to respect him.
But for me, it was major deflation of my last hope of reaching sanity. However, since I may very well be encountering the devil himself via my grandmother, what could I really expect? Did I really think that Father Karras would show up at our doorstep?
Anyhow, you can add the church - at least in SOME cases - to that list of futile efforts.
The entire load has been dropped on my shoulders, I have 2 sisters who live 1000 miles away from here in two different directions, and an autistic brother who is in a facility where they take very good care of him. The sisters try to tell me what to do over the phone, "you should" type comments. Well, the staying quiet and taking the backlash stopped. I now tell them what goes on is none of their business. And until they change their non-caring ways, they will be kept at arms length. I truly believe part of my Mom's problem is that she feels abandoned by her daughters, that they don't care what happens to her. There is nothing wrong with leaving the nest and having a life, but to drop responsibilities that SHOULD be shared by all siblings on one is just dispicable. So many thoughts start running through my mind when I talk about these things. All I can is, karma bites HARD when it comes back to bite.
thanks!
I have been a worthless dog to them my entire life; when I was abused by people, it was ignored or I must have done something to 'instigate' it. Now, I am an even more worthless adult, having a mild autistic disorder, and they(my dad's brother's family) are doing everything they can to ensure that I will never have a life at all. I am 30 years old, have paid less than five years taxes because I've never had a job longer than that, have difficulties finding work because I've spent all of my life being my family's doormat. And I should be grateful, according to them, because I have free rent(sleeping on the floor, doing all of the housework, and cleaning feces from the floor, the chairs, the bathrooms, the clothes, and the humans, because my grandmother refused to wear briefs at all) and they have a right to treat me the way they do because I am 'defective'. And people wonder why I hate pure Darwinism.
I sleep with the receipts proving my expenditures of my grandmother's money, because I am afraid they will find them and burn them, just so they can have me prosecuted for 'stealing Nanny's money.'
Yes, they hate me that badly, and I can't figure out what I've done to them. And they blame me for the fact that Dad loathes them. But it's their own fault. They ignored and abused Dad his entire life, and now he watches as they pretend it never happened, while treating my sister and I with the same contempt they had once directed at him.
They are now currently fighting over my grandmother's estate(which I want no part of), and I wonder. Is their sudden 'love' for my father so they can get whatever scraps(money) my father has when he passes?
My father is practically a child, and that part of the family has no interest in helping, just like they had no interest in Nanna much at all, until right before she was about to die.
I give my heart freely and unconditionally, and it hurts to have it stomped on repeatedly, like it has no worth or value. I find myself frustrated to no end with them, who like to usurp control when it is in their best interest.
You are strong and courageous for taking care of two elderly people; and have been treated in a deplorable manner. We can only trust in what goes around comes around for those who have been so cruel to you and your sister. Wishing you all the best!
She bumped her leg on her walker and created a terrible hematoma that killed all the skin and created a 6" x 3" open wound that looked like raw meat that I had to dress twice a day for two months letting it heal enough for a skin graft. Then I had to attend twice daily to the skin graft too for another month.
Then she fell (forgetting she couldn't walk alone) while I was 10 feet away in the kitchen and broke her hip. Hospital and rehab for two months. I visited her every day she was there so she wouldn't forget me. (She has dementia.) It took four hours out of my day. I hated it.
She's been back a month. Same care responsibilities except she's even weaker. She talks loudly in her sleep which results in me not getting enough rest. That's my biggest problem of all.
I am an only child. After reading much in this forum, I think that's a blessing right now. I always missed having siblings, but now? I realize the ill will, jealousy and greed that seeps in to relationships at this time of a parent's life.
I feel blessed to be able to do this for my mom. I'm happy being with her on her journey to whatever lies ahead and hope I'm there to hold her hand and whisper reassurances in her ear when her time comes.
What help do I have? I have Tom, my significant other of 15 years. He steps up when I need him although I rarely ask. He cheers her up, cheers me up, sits with mom so I can run out and shop, run errands or go out with the girls on a Friday night. Without his support? I couldn't do it.
What help do I get from family? Well, I have one cousin (like a sister) who has been a Godsend to me. She was just over today and styled mom's hair and manicured her nails. Other than that, there IS no family.
What else? I have someone come in once a week to give mom a sponge bath. Cost $30/week. I send mom to Senior Daycare every Thursday. Cost $66/week. I pay my significant other (he owns a taxi) to take her and pick her up. Cost $60/week. Every three months, I have a hair stylist come to cut mom's hair. Cost $75.
I've taken great advantage of Social Services during her hospital stay and have a doctor for her who comes to the house. (Medicare, no charge) I have his cell phone number, and, lo-behold! he answers it. If she needs lab work, he orders it, and a nurse comes to get it done. (Medicare, no charge) A podiatrist comes to the house every six weeks to trim her toenails. (Medicare, no charge).
Who pays for everything? Mom has money. Not a lot, but she saved enough for a rainy day to make sure she'd have an umbrella. If it's all gone? It's all gone. She pays me $1,000 a month...an arbitrary amount I decided on because it made me feel good. I know, if mom goes on Medicaid, I'll have to pay it all back. That's okay. I can afford to do so. (Medicaid looks at family care as a gift. Unless one has a special contract in place, elders can't pay their children to take care of them. Medicaid will disallow it. But that's another story.)
I have my mom's healthcare power of attorney and durable power of attorney.
Why am I telling you all this? Because if I had siblings who wouldn't let me care for mom EXACTLY THE WAY I'M DOING SO I wouldn't do it. And though my demented mother might not understand, the mom who's loved me all of her life WOULD.
Caregivers are angels. Believe it. We should demand what we need, and, if we don't have complete control, the person who does should acquiesce to every single legitimate request we make. Or they should do it themselves.
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God bless you. It's a selfless thing you do, but . . .
Mom and Dad was married 61 years....I love my mom and dad and i will do for them as a good son would do...mom has passed away now so its up to me now to care for dad.....
Ah, where to begin with my horrible situation...
I live with my great-grandmother. She is 93 with dementia. By comparison, it sounds like she is much easier to handle than most of the loved ones that you have mentioned... I am lucky in that she is still mostly continent, can eat/drink without assistance, and can get around the home (with the exception of stairs) quite handily. However, those silver linings aren't enough to keep me from being at my wit's end, and it's only been two months.
When I agreed to let her move in with us, my MIL (her POA), who lives just down the road, promised to visit 3-4 times a week to spend time with her, take her out, wash and set her hair (Gran will not let me or the PSWs touch her hair), etc. I was also promised no less than 6 hours of respite per week through Red Cross, several volunteers per week through our community access centre, Meals on Wheels for her dinners, weekly visits from her son and two of her granddaughters... the list of broken promises goes on and on.
Two months later, I have finally been forced to accept that I am pretty much alone here. MIL has not been by in a week and a half (but is enjoying a nice long weekend at her trailer right now), her son hasn't come out in two weeks (even if he did, he has no idea how to deal with her condition and they just end up yelling at each other), the Access Center is too busy for new clients, and neither of her granddaughters have been out to visit in more than a month. Turns out that I get TWO hours of help from Red Cross weekly, and every single other support has fallen through.
This would not bother me as much as it does except that I can't conscionably leave the house - actually, not even the top floor of the house - unless someone else is here! Gran paces about the top floor of the house to see if she can find someone no less than once per hour, and gets extremely upset and begins to panic if she thinks she is alone. Oh, I'm sorry, you wanted to step outside and water your plants? Sunbathe in the yard and read a book? Take a shower in the basement? Start some laundry? NOPE, if you pick the wrong time, you will come back to a heartbroken old woman crying and pacing out of equal parts fear and confusion, because she can't remember where the hell she is or why she's here, or the last time that she saw another human being. My husband and I need to aggressively manage shift work if we want to get ANYTHING done. Something as simple as running to the post office to check the mail can be an impossible task that takes DAYS to get done if she has no visitors and my husband works several late shifts in a row.
When I reach out to all of these support people who promised me this help, and explain my frustrations over the fact that I am a prisoner in my own home, and that I have not had a day off in two months... I have only had 4+ hours of consecutive respite ONCE since I signed up for this (I had to jump through some ridiculous hoops to get that time off as it was, and it was to go meet my newborn nephew)... they tell me to 'just leave her'. I tell them she panics when left alone, and they say 'So?' Seriously? Putting a broken old woman through extreme mental distress is not high on my priority list, especially since pacing has led to some bad falls in her recent past (a large part of why she is no longer living alone).
Oh, and to add to the fun, I am 7 1/2 months pregnant. I have told MIL that we can't handle this and she needs to be sent to a home unless I start to get WAY more help, but she can't even be evaluated for her eligibility for a home for 2 more weeks, and then (if they decide she is ready for a home, and THEY DARN WELL BETTER), we will still need to wait for a room to become available, which can take another several months. I also feel that I am being resented for 'giving up', as people don't seem to understand/care about the demands of living with Gran and think that I am being overly dramatic about her issues and needs. I feel that her family is just waiting for her to die, and trying their very best to detach themselves from the situation. As long as it's someone else's problem, even if it's applying chronic stress to a pregnant woman, why should they care as long as it doesn't affect them?
And there's my novel of a rant for the week. Sorry for the gigantic rant, I'm just so overwhelmed I'm not sure where to turn anymore (I don't think there is anywhere I *can* turn...)