I just need to vent. I've posted on other areas of this site before, but am struggling so much. My 83 year old mom lives alone and I am her only child. She has had a very tough year, with breast cancer that required a mastectomy and radiation, followed by now ongoing fecal incontinence, which is just horrendous. She is not demented--truly. She just can't face the fact that she is getting old and needs help. She lives in a big apt building and has to ring people up. The apt gets increasingly filthy and then she stops letter her cleaning lady or me or her friend come over because she's ashamed of the mess (takeout food, Depends, newspapers). Over the summer she had to go to the hospital for a fractured vertebra and I went in and cleaned everything up. The place was a DISASTER. Anyway, I anonymously called APS and my mom freaked out. She wouldn't let them come up but made an appt for the woman to come back. She had the place cleaned by her cleaning lady, let the social worker up and since everything looked just fine, the case was closed. Now it's been weeks and I'm sure it's back to being a disaster. I don't know what to do. It's scaring me. I sob about it every day, terrified of what's going to happen next. She has made numerous appt with a gastroenterologist to deal with the incontinence, but then cancels over and over again. Same with her cancer doctors. She makes appts and then doesn't go. She needs help getting to appts, but won't accept any. I'm LOSING it.
I've been calling the building SW and the maintenance dept all week, begging them to issue me a pass so that the front desk can let me up. They will not do that, under any circumstances, because it is the right of the tenant to decide who comes up or not. So then I implored them to go up before the second inspection deadline, which they also can't do because the building policy is to give tenant's X amount of time to clean up. No budging on that rule.
So. I am going CRAZY. I know I should "let go and let god," but I feel too scared to do that. I'm desperate to have someone go up there and see what's going on. At the moment, I am wondering what would happen if I called 911 and had them go there (since it would be from my cell, they wouldn't know where the call was coming from.) Does anyone know what would happen if I did that??
I suspect when push really comes to shove--ie when she is actually issued the warning about eviction, she will finally arrange for the place to be cleaned. I've heard APS will do the cleaning. We'll see. I'm thinking of telling her to call the SW I spoke with. Maybe that would make her believe that this is really about to happen.
I am relieved that this matter is now out of my hands, but scared of what's going to go down. I tried to warn my mother about all this, but she insists I am making it up. (She's not demented in the traditional sense, btw, but her denial and inability to cope are off the charts.) If a SW comes up and tries to offer her services, she will totally refuse. I don't think they can actually haul her out of the apartment, though, can they?
Ugh. I'm so sad and yet so angry because she refuses all help, including mine, and won't let anyone up to her apt because it's in such a bad state. But I guess she has made a choice by not letting anyone help her clean, bathe, etc.
Yes, call APS next time she's hospitalized, and point out to all and sundry that she cancelled home care the last time. When the time comes for her to be discharged, be unavailable. Sometimes, what we think of as helpful is just enabling.
Rainmom mentioned the geriatric psychiatrist, that might be a route to try, if she'll go.
Ultimately, seek help for yourself in dealing with this insoluable problem. Be assured it's of your mother's making, not yours.
After that, we got her to a nice Independent living facility, where the on site doc was a wise geriatrician who was able to discern that most of her issues were driven by anxirty and fear. He also "got" her generational fear of diarrhea - something people died of when she was young. He referred her to a geriatric psychiatrist. Anti anxity and anti depressant meds have made a huge difference in my mom's life.
My Mom is 85, doesn't have dementia but her reasoning has become marginal at best. I've had to begin dealing with her like I do my Dad who has dementia. I don't have to be as tricky with her as I am with Dad but I find myself trying to come up with ways to keep her on track.
Ugh. It's just a nightmare. I so very much want to step back, but I really don't know how. I am so close/enmeshed with my mom and I love her to pieces even though she's been so difficult. I desperately wish I had siblings to share this burden with, but I don't.
I agree with Babalou. A little tough love might be in order. If for no other reason than to know that you're trying everything.
I also agree that you may have to wait for that emergency. I had to do that with my mom. She dug in her heels and refused everything and everyone. I knew her health wasn't good so I just waited for the call from my dad that she had fallen. Sure enough, it came. I took that opportunity to get her to the ER and then sought out a social worker.
Sometimes there's nothing we can do. I had that heart to heart talk with my mom. I cried. I begged and pleaded. I threatened. I got angry. Nothing worked. It wasn't until she fell and was taken to the hospital that I could swoop in with resources she had previously refused.
Someone who posts here frequently (Frequent Flyer) has gone through this for the past few years. Her mom was in steadfast denial that there was nothing they needed significant help with in their 3 story home. Her mom finally fell, died from her injuries. He dad is now happy as a clam in Independent Living.
One phrase I have used in the past on my mom when she digs her heels in...:"you're too smart to do something this stupid". My mom, too, thought that nothing could be done about her fecal incontinence. She was wrong. It sounds as though your mother's is more complex.
Women of our mom's generation don't like to talk about "those things" to anyone, even doctors. They were apparently raised with a great deal of shame around poop.
I think in your shoes, I say to mom; "I'm sorry that you're not willing to accept my help with these issues, the way you helped me to grow up. But it's really upsetting to me to see you living like this, so at least for right now, for my own sanity, I'm going to have to step away from this situation. Call me when you are willing to be a little more flexible and realistic about your needs".
From what you wrote it sounds like your mom has had a very tough year. Have you considered that your mom might be experiencing depression? Letting the housework go, cancelling appointments....maybe it's all been just too much for her and she's become depressed.
After my mom's cancer treatment she went into a depression that she never came out of. And like you, it affected me terribly. I didn't know what to do or who to turn to.
Have you tried talking to your mom about how she's feeling? Sitting down with her and having a heart to heart talk? Admit that you don't know how to help her. Admit that it's very frustrating when she won't let you help her, that it just makes things harder when she doesn't accept help.
I've known so many elderly people who don't want to burden anyone and in not wanting to burden anyone it places a heavier burden on everyone.
I'm glad you vented. This is the perfect place for it.
Also, I HAVE offered to go with my mom to appts. She will not allow that. She keeps saying she is fine going on her own, but then she doesn't go. She is desperately clinging to the idea that she is independent and in control. When she fell and fractured her back over the summer, she refused any help until finally we called EMS and had the building break into her apt. It's CRAZY, her denial. She is definitely depressed and drinks a lot too, which doesn't help. It's killing me. I feel like I have no control and I wish I could just accept that and let the sh*t hit the fan. I'm trying to protect myself from having to cope with a total mess when it does.
I know, you don't want mom to know that you called them. When I have to do these hard things, I remember that my parents did things for me that I didn't want when I was little. Vaccinations. School. Homework. I'm returning the favor by doing what Mom NEEDS, not what she wants.
At the very least, write to each of her doctors (return receipt requested) and point out to them her pattern of cancelling appointments; request that they help you help her get the required medical care. That may be her doctor ordering a visiting nurse to draw blood, take vitals, etc.