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 remind myself of the song, I'm an Old Hippie.
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'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).
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.
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.
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.
Giving up one's job at 40 (whatever), moving in and becoming dependent on their senior parent(s) in return for keeping them company and running errands is unhealthy. Dragging one's family along for that ride is unconscionable.
Amongst the thousands of posts on this site dwell some selfish people who think no one can read between their lines. Many of us can do just that.
You aren't selfish. You're healthy. Stay the course.
Loved the better living through chemistry thing!!! woohoo....it is true. Before going into the hospital, my dad was a shriveled up grey shell, looking like death warmed over....now he has 11 different drugs in him helping him have the strength to issue orders and spew hate at lightning speed. When I asked the social worker if they could consider something to calm him, they seemed undignified and sniffed.."we do not do chemical restraints".....well we can "chemical" everything else!! :)
Oh how I wished my parents would have downsized while Mom still had half her eyesight.... now it would be unfair to have them move because Mom knows her way around her kitchen, and around their house... for her to learn a new floorplan/kitchen would be impossible at 97. But crying out loud, why didn't they plan ahead for that? Did Dad think Mom's eyesight would improve? HELLO. Guess I should be lucky they planned their financial retirement well.
I also believe our elders are glued to their homes because all their siblings did the same thing, their parents did the same, their grandparents did the same thing. I believe the baby boomers are the generation that will be flooding the retirement villages at 55+. I know where I live, we have numerous 55+ community springing up everywhere, and selling out quickly.
Here my parents are in their mid-90's... Dad should be enjoying the retirement village swimming pool instead of trying to balance himself on his cane to spray weed killer on his lawn.... and trying to shovel a large double wide driveway just in case there is an emergency and he needs to get their car out.... [sigh]. I planned ahead when it came to my large driveway, I bought a Jeep, no need to shovel :)
With elders living longer and longer... I know my Dad said he never thought he and Mom would live this long [excuse me, Dad's Mom lived to be 91, and Mom had a sister who lived to be 100]. Anyway, it won't be the grown children taking care of their 105 year old parent, but it will be the grown grandchildren taking care of their 105 year old grandparents and 85 year old parents. So look at that sweet 5 year old grandchild and think she will be stopping her life to care for us.
It became clear to me almost from the outset that my mother did not intend to give up anything, and didn't feel she should have to. It made more sense to her to have me come over every day to walk her dog and take her trash out than to park her motorized wheelchair near the door so she could do those things herself. The wheelchair near the door looked "gauche" - it didn't blend with her décor!!! I'm not kidding!!! And yes, once you start doing anything for them, they just add on and on as they lose more abilities, thinking that's how it should be after all. My mother also claimed she would have been "glad" to take care of her own "wonderful" mother, had the need arisen. Like hello!!! She spent 20 years in retirement gallivanting around the country in her RV and going to non-stop social events - I can't imagine she would have allowed her mother to interfere with that.
When we talked about moving Mom closer to my two older sisters so she'd have more of us to help her, she shocked me by saying "I want to buy a house." When I asked why, she said "I've never lived in a place that I didn't own." I'm like "Really, you're almost 80 years old, and you think another house is a good idea for you?" Never mind that she didn't have any money for a down payment - that money ultimately came out of my 401(k). (Unfortunately there were no pet-friendly handicapped-accessible rentals in the area, so she ended up getting her ridiculous wish!)
I did assume that, given my mother's own free-wheeling history, that she would reach the point of realizing that her needs were cutting into her children's lives too much, and she would voluntarily scale back. Hasn't happened yet. In fact, when I raised the idea of assisted living with her years ago, her reaction was to break down crying.
I did live in my mother's house for a while. (I am co-owner, after all). I moved out after a few months because her expectations grew to unmanageable proportions. Home-cooked meals every night, and all she had to do was plant her butt in the chair and get up when she finished eating. That got old fast, for me. Couldn't enter or leave the house without her trying to tack some chore or errand onto whatever I was planning to do. Never again!
At least you see the issue coming and you can prepare yourself mentally, maybe even get a game plan together with your siblings. We were not so foresighted. I have often said that the problem with caregiving is that, by the time you get your feet under you, you're in it up to your neck. You seem to have avoided that outcome, so you're ahead of the game already. Yay you!!!
They also benefitted from all the medical advances over this generation that made it possible to live much longer with chronic, lingering illnesses that used to kill people more quickly. In many cases, THEIR parents died earlier, in their 60s and 70s, and they tended to die rather quickly, so our parents often didn’t provide elder care to their own parents. Mom or dad just passed away one day at home, or if they went in the hospital or NH, it was a short stay before passing.
Now it is possible to live much longer with chronic illnesses, but at a far more reduced physical capability. So that means they WILL need help, and for a longer time than their own parents’ generation generally did. But they developed this expectation and sense of entitlement as to their own elder years. And apparently, that’s where we come in!
My parents are active octogenarians, but have lately been dropping hints – saying how they MEANT for one of their parents to come live with them, but that parent declined (how convenient…..), and how nice it is that one friend has a daughter that lives with her mom. My parents have a HUGE house (several times bigger than DH and mine’s, BTW) with lots of stairs, full of furniture and stuff, way, way too much stuff for them, but I don’t think they have given serious thought to actually, say, CHANGING THEIR LIFESTYLE TO FIT THEIR MORE REDUCED CAPABILITIES. Sorry, did I just shout there?
I think they truly expect that one of their children will come riding to their rescue to help them so they can stay in that huge house rather than changing anything in their lovely life. They have been very fortunate in that they saved and invested well and are in good health, but we all know things can change in an instant.
And so here we all are, many of us in our 50s and 60s, with this looming catastrophe ahead. I fear the only thing that will change my situation is if one of them becomes seriously ill or dies. And then, because they made no changes over the years, the parent left will be completely unprepared to handle the house by his or herself. They could be making these changes now, when they’re healthy and of sound mind, able to sort through everything and disburse it how they want, and to redefine life so they can remain independent longer, gradually paying people to do things as they need to.
But why do that when you could have a servant living in your own home, who would give up their own life and do that for free? ;-) The trouble with starting down the hands-on eldercare road is that, unlike raising children, it is a DOWNWARD slippery slope. Once you start, you will gradually take on more and more, and the elder will likely assume that’s how it will always be and will never accept going somewhere like AL or paying someone to come to the home. It robs you of your own life and just sets them up for a far more difficult transition down the road.
She was mad at me, because I should have taken care of her like she took care of me all those years. However, she does not remember that she went everywhere with us during those years--the movies, dinners, and even vacations. We ran to the store when she could not get out anymore. One time she sent my husband to Walmart, he came home with the purchases. Then she handed him another list for Target. He was so patient with her.
A year ago she entered Hospice Comfort Care. It was the best thing for her since she is now on the downward spiral at 97 1/2. I still visit her and make sure all her needs are met. I did the best I could in providing care for her. This is the first time that my husband and I have been totally alone.