Big difference. Yes kids are a huge handful, can be a nightmare and put you in the poor house, but normal families (I've heard there are actually some out there) raising kids is fairly routine. Kids get smarter, learn good judgement, take care of themselves go away and support themselves. Elders who are failing physically and mentally are going the opposite direction. I'd take the terrible twos any day over dementia and dying. Should we be expected to return our parents child raising work with total devotion to their elder care? No nursing home? Gotta live with them or they with you?
I got guilted into giving up my home and career to move 200 miles to care for her, After 4 years of pure hell (during which at one point I actually contemplated suicide as the only way to get away from her) she was falling constantly and I couldn't lift her. After finding her on the floor at 2 a.m. in a pool of blood and catatonic she went to hospital and from there to a lovely NH.
From the NH she called me daily, ranting, raving, screaming until, close to a nervous breakdown ... I blacked out doing 85 in my truck... I changed my phone number and made it unlisted. I was ill for several months.
She's been in the NH for 2.5 years now, had a couple more strokes,, now hallucinating, delusional, barely able to speak and what little she does say is totally crazy. Every other time I visit she's into delusional mode, the times in between she opens her eyes briefly then goes back to sleep and I leave.
She has this fantasy that she will again have a big house, fabulous furniture and me to wait on her hand and foot 24/7, even if it means me moving 3000 miles back to the UK with her ... at this point she can't even sit up by herself, is taking next to no nourishment and is close to the end.
Did she lift as finger to help her parents when she lived round the corner, didn't work and had a big car (which they didn't)? Hell no! It was too much trouble, too busy playing with her dogs, shopping, getting her hair/nails done and planning the next exotic vacation. Her mother, Sara, a totally wonderful woman, walked 2 miles each way to get groceries in her 80's because Mommie Dearest (MD) was too busy to drive her. Grandma Sara dropped dead from a stroke. MD has no idea where she was buried, if she was buried, cremated or tossed out with the trash. Sara was such a lovely woman she was allowed a quick and painless exit. In my view Karma has caught up with MD making her suffer to the bitter end for all the evil she did to anyone who dared cross her path ... and everyone caught it from her, even neighbours who she'd never even spoken to except to be nasty. One house she had got egged, and it wasn't even halloween.
I am the only family there is and have had POA for years. I have done my duty and then some and when she passes I will feel nothing but relief to finally be rid of her. At this point I ensure she has what she needs plus extras and pay her bills. Apart from that I don't think I'll visit again.
Every visit brings back 60 years of evil, hurt and misery. Oh yes, and I was sexually abused by a neighbour when I was a child ... never told her because she wouldn't have cared so long as I was out of her way. She told me a few years back that "I never wanted children hanging on my skirts, I just wanted to go have a good time", and go have a good time she did. I guess at such a young age I didn't mind the sexual abuse because at least someone wanted me. To this day I cannot allow anyone to touch me, even anyone I know well and trust.
I live in the country now, renovating a tiny house, growing veggies and so on ... homesteading if you like, just me and my beloved dogs and cats and it's heaven. The lifetime of hurt and scars will never go away but at least I now see everything as it was/is - reality. It's my time now. I will only be totally free when she dies.
A friend suggested a line I'm going to try out next time he pulls the "I want to stay with my family" line-- "I understand that Dad, but it's not working, because you refuse to respect that we (his kids) have families that matter to us, even if they don't fit your idea of what we should be." (He is rude & disrespectful to my SO, and hates my single brother's 4 cats.)
Looming behind all this is that Dad's cognitive functions have deteriorated sharply in the last few months. Have an appointment for him to be evaluated at a program for memory & dementia in a couple weeks. His mother & sister both had dementia, so I'm not expecting happy answers. Just one more reason to get him settled into the very nice, very capable AL *before* we hit a(nother) crisis.
So now I can only wait him out till a huge crisis forces the issue or his mind is completely gone.
Remind Dad of the burden he is placing on your family. Maybe start a little tough love. This is the toughest part, getting folks in care. It's the one thing I lose sleep about, knowing it needs to be done but having no easy way to do it.
I've already set a deadline, you will be moved into AL before the end of summer. Which is actually a reprieve, since when things here were at their worst I told him he had to move as soon as we found a place. Wish I'd stuck to that, but once things calmed down a little, I thought that waiting until we have the evaluation would improve the decision process. As it turns out, the best-choice-by-far option can handle pretty much anything (wandering and violence are the only reasons they require a resident to leave).
Though I did especially like the unusual 'new baby' greetings card I got from my mother's boss when my son was born - he addressed a letter to the baby to 'congratulate you on your safe arrival and discriminating choice of grandmother.'
I remind myself of the song, I'm an Old Hippie.
My mother's mom lived into her 90s. Mom's oldest sister is going to do the same. I honestly can't tell where my mom is headed or what the roadmap is. Nobody can know.
In some ways, I feel like the age I am now is pretty ideal for dealing w/my mother's issues. I'm not a kid, a newly married spouse, or young parent -- and (knock wood!) I'm still pretty "young feeling."
My parents still try to guilt me into helping them with their yard work... until I tell them that *I* have been hiring a landscaper to take care of my own yard.... and no, that doesn't mean I now have more time to help them with their yard... it means I can't physically do that type of work like I use to. How I wish I could spend all day out pulling weeds, mulching, planting flowers, like I use to. That wheelbarrow has left the building.
FF, he actually pulled that line on me!! That brother and I will need professional care when we're old because neither of us has kids, so "we" should be conserving his estate now by not spending money on AL for him. Of course "we" means me doing all the work, brother is not expected to contribute only benefit.