She has dominated her childrens' lives with little concern for anyones' feeling but her own. She is now in a wonderful assisted living and her dementia (I think) has illuminated her personality into a person who I can no longer bear to be around. She has again managed to alienate everyone around her with her insults and insensitivity. She is nasty and uncooperative with the aids (who are wonderful) And complains, complains, complains about everyone, everything and blames my sister and myself for the air she breathes. I am sick of her and I don't want to visit her anymore and don't feel that my adult children need to be manipulated like I was and be around her negative attitude anymore. I hate feeling obligated to have her at my house as I have every holiday of our lives and force my children to "tolerate" her for my sake. The guilt is unbearable but I feel that now being 60 years old I would like to feel that this person does not dominate my whole life. I would like to have a happy holiday for a change and have my children WANT to come home (without Grandma always there)
There has never been any pleasing her before and now she sends me into bouts of depression that I have a hard time shaking. Am I alone? I feel like a selfish person but I don't like her now and never did before. The guilt is killing me.
It didn't end there - setting the government on me for misuse of her funds like a common criminal (dammit I have more money than she does) daily screaming phone calls until I became so Ill with the stress I had a black out doing 85 in my truck - it was either her or me. I changed my phone number, made it unlisted and visited once in a while The stress of years caught up with me and I was so ill I mostly hibernated all winter.
Last year I took her little dog to see her (now lives with me) and, then able to use a walker she was screaming to give her the leash so she could show it off. I refused. The little dog is a neurotic terrier (get like the people they live with) and screams blue murder at seeing strollers, wheelchairs and the like. I haven`t taken the dog back since.
A couple of days ago I took Lucy, a tiny kitten rescued off a back road, to see her. Mother is anxious for Lucy to come again so she can show her off but that`s not happening as so many of the residents are looney tunes and violent I`m not taking the risk of the kitten getting hurt.
I shan`t be visiting for a while and my phone is off the hook late afternoon overnight so the NH can`t bother me with every little thing - Christmas eve 4 phone calls late at night for a cut finger ... slap a bandaid on it and go away!
I go up and down. Tonight I don`t want to know any more.
All I can say is if you take an elderly relative in make sure they`re one of those sweet little old ladies (which is rare) otherwise place them in assisted living or a nursing home because they will destroy you.
On the net a few days ago I saw the news where this guy in a popular Christian rock band put out a contract for $1000 to have his wife killed. Yeeeeah.
And you bet there are some seriously disturbed religious fanatics out there. Nutjobs. Westboro Baptist church comes to mind... *shiver*
My mom put me in a catholic school when I was a kid. I mean, wut...??? I had no idea what was going on, no clue what they were doing or why and those nuns scared the pure T s*** out of me. *shiver* Needless to say, I didn't do well there. She took me out of there soon after, thank God.
What's that quote again...something about going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car... something like that. Yeah.
My neighbors Rhonda and Bobby don't push me. I flat out told Rhonda that some things would never change no matter what. I think she's just glad she finally managed to get me to start going to church after 7 years. XD
As a kid I went to a catholic elementary school (goodness knows why). The nuns were extremely cruel and we were all terrified of them. My stint there ended when one pushed me down a flight of stairs - after more than 60 years I can still see her quite clearly.
My neighbour across the road is a born again christian and impossible to deal with, a recluse who never leaves the house. When I first moved in she tried to latch on to me, no doubt hoping for a "convert" and carrying on continually that the saviour would always take care of me. Great! Here's the keys to the tractor, have him drop by and mow my acreage. Disagree with her about anything and she says "that's satan talking", continue to disagree and she starts jumping up and down screaming quotes from the bible. She's also big on anti government, anti cop, anti just about everything and everyone and conspiracy theories, i.e. she's a nutbar.
One day last summer I snapped and threw her screaming a** off my front lawn. Her hubby is a meek, decent sort and seems quite afraid of her. He has grown children from a prior marriage who will have nothing to do with him which is sad. In the year and a half I've lived there there hasn't been one visitor to their house. No, I don't watch them, my little dog screams at the front window when she sees or hears (or thinks she does) anything.
I apologise if I offended anyone but now perhaps you understand why a lot of talk about religion sometimes puts my hackles up as experiences I've had with folks who are really into it have been ghastly. Each to their own.
Had I not been a decent human I wouldn't have quit my career, sold my home and moved 200km to live in a freezing gloomy basement with no income for four years to care for the mother from h*ll until she went into a NH.
I think the main reason that some don't want religion brought up is that it's such a charged topic. Nations go to war over religion, people go to war over religion. Sometimes it can get ugly, with one person believing one thing, the other something else and they end up brawling over their view. Personally, I wouldn't want to see that happen here either.
I respect everyone's right to believe, to live and to love as they please. It doesn't bother me to listen to other's viewpoints. I just keep my mouth shut if I don't happen to agree with them.
I love my neighbors Rhonda and Bobby who are Christians. They'd love for me to be Christian, too. I doubt that will ever happen, even though I do go to church with them and believe in God myself. I have my own relationship with God and I don't follow some of their views. They can tell me from now until Armageddon gets here that gay people CHOOSE to be gay. Uh huh. I disagree. I think gays were born gay, but R & B aren't hearing it...just like I'm not hearing them. lol I don't mind listening to anyone...doesn't mean it's going to change me.
Let's just all be tolerant. If someone wants to talk about God that's great. If people believe there is no God, great. Whatever floats your boat. As long as we don't mock others or start throwing down in verbal wars over it, we're good. Or should be anyway.
I believe in the life of the world to come, but I also believe in not wasting this one! My Jesus cared about the tears and heartaches, even the ones He was going to heal and make right. We did what we could to make those last years, months, and days fill up with good experiences and good memories, even though there was not that much we could do, and it became less and less. Just for background, we Catholics have a doctrine of Purgatory that suggests there is a chance to get cleaned up a little (or maybe a lot) before being ready for the life of Heaven...not all of us can grow enough from what we go through inthis life to get all that "housework" done. Recently I have had more of a sense that my mom has made some progress there, just a little more peace of a deeper kind that is letting go of past hurts, hopefully on both sides.
Here's hoping we all live a life that leaves us and our loved ones at peace at the end, not a ton of regrets for all involved.
The notice board at the foot of her bed is full of pictures - the huge house she shared with my late father, them on vacation, cruises, Florida, her dogs, my old dog who was with us when I cared for her, my father in navy uniform before they married - memories. She feels she'll pass very soon and so do I.
Since changing my phone number and backing away I've not felt well, light headed and headachy, anxious, no energy, just staying home. Reflecting last evening I just found it so sad. She spent her life trying to be #1+, acquiring possessions, bigger and better, never lifting a finger to help anyone, not even her own parents, fighting with everyone for supremacy, including my father who she treated like dirt, yet she was never really happy with anything.
What a waste of a life. I came to this country with 2 suitcases, $100 and a roof over my head for a week and spent my life working my butt off. Now retired I plan to do some volunteer work and get out and about. I will not waste whatever time I may have left.
Mom saw a kidney specialist last week and her function is down to 25%. More tests are scheduled. This is due to refusing to eat right, ignoring her diabetes, and having high blood pressure for decades. She's on 19 meds right now, and expected the kidney doc to give her more. She will not comply with insulin, taking her 19 pills, checking her blood sugar, or not eating so much dairy & dark pop by the 55 gallon drum. The phosphorus in it is really bad for someone in her shape.
Ultimately, she is so stubborn and belligerent that she won't follow any instructions or rules, and she'll end up on dialysis when her function drops to 10%. I sure hope they can bring it to her. I can't and won't quit my job or use up all my vacation time for this. My time off is for my little family to use on our family things. Not doing something totally hopeless for someone who did not have to be in this shape.
BUT, I learned something interesting. When she was little, before starting school (between 1940-44ish), she had a really bad kidney infection (Bright's Disease, which is a lot like "Dropsy" in that it means almost nothing.) She was bedridden for a long time and had to be carried around. The neighbor lady brought her cookies all the time. She says this went on over a year, but who knows. What I did figure out is that it went on long enough to teach her that you have to be sickly and needy to get attention and love. She's carried this on ever since and gets pissy when people aren't paying enough attention to her because of her many conditions. Sad. The world doesn't work that way anymore. Nobody goes out visiting to sit with the sick and shut in like they did in the 40s. The world has changed a lot since then. Patients are supposed to be really involved in their care and own a lot of personal responsibility for their condition. Mom hates that. She has never really wanted to be well. She's got her wish and it's only down hill from here.
She also feels no control whatsoever over her feelings. Emotions are like random tidal waves to her and are somebody else's job to manage. So there we have it. The roots of a lot of really negative behaviors that have only gotten worse over time and won't change. She keeps saying the doctor has told her to stay calm and stop getting so upset over little things, but she doesn't think she can. Her feelings are a roller coaster she's just riding. All kinds of things really upset her, to the point of tears and hyperventilating. Seeing a sad dog on TV, the snowplow going by, or her socks being on backwards. Or finding out her 72 year old sister is in rehab care for a stroke. It could be anything.
I too keep my phone off overnight, since she has a habit of calling me at 10 p.m. to rant about whatever isn't making her happy. Mainly that the groceries filling up her fridge aren't the thing she's craving at the moment, which obviously means she's out of food and I have to go shopping. (Nope! Not this time. I went to a food & wine expo with my hubs today.) Nobody's called to say she died yet, so I assume she's just fine even though I didn't overstock her fridge with food that will most assuredly go bad anyway. Once it's bought, she stops craving whatever it is. It's like magic.
the trails, I see eagles, deer, bobcats. I love taking pictures and sitting by the water. Really is relaxing till it's time to leave. I really enjoy this website too. I have learned a lot.
Thanks everyone! :)
I was curious if you live in CA as I have the same across the
street? All this beauty, wildlife and fresh air helps!
HI Lynne, I hope your phone boundaries work out well. I suspect I will be in for the same challenge at some point in the future. Aren't nursing homes to some degree supposed to be able to handle things without calling someone all the time?
lynne - visiting is a nightmare for me too. I talked to the social worker and the meds have not made any difference so far, so I doubt I will see her. It is too hard. Once the ALF called in the middle of the night when mother went to hospital. As usual there was nothing wrong with her. I told them to call me in the morning after that because there was nothing I could do till then, anyway. Hope your storm isn't too bad. I was born in Ontario and in your are there could be some bad ones.