My mother will find something for me to do. Today it was a 2 1/2 hour visit to the vet for her yorkie and shitzu that had nothing wrong with them. It took the vet this long to kindly explain this.He didn't tell her anything I hadn't told her.Her yorkie is not going to be cured with surgery, he is a purebred and with that comes the usual skeletal problems. Although watching him chase the cat this morning someone must have forgotten to tell him he was ill. I refused to be a part of her "torturing" this poor little fella with multiple vet visits anymore. I have 6 of my own dogs. I love them all even hers but I will not be a part of her Munchhausen's.
There comes a time when you say ENOUGH. The end."
Well put. I don't think it can emphasized enough that since these terrorist parents will not change how they treat us . We have to learn how to react or not react to the behaviors. I'm talking about the ones who have their minds for the most part and can control their bad behavior when they need to not the parents who have dementia and no control over their behavior.
Its hard and I think some parents come up with "list" just because they want to see us and have us spend time. They don't want quick visits and its an opportunity to "revert" to their "old role" of giving us chores. Frankly, for me, I welcome a list when I visit because it gives me something constructive to do; gets mom at least "active" in doing handing me something or watching me on the ladder change a bulb or battery, etc. vs. her just sitting around feeling sorry for herself or rehashing same old stories.
But that is just me. I don't live nearby or get asked to do this everyday so it is very different than others who are full time caregivers or visit daily. My heart goes out to you guys. If it were my case, I'd set boundaries and say make a list; then go over the list with the parent; prioritize and do some things and put others on "later or tomorrow list" and divert them to "lets go get an ice cream; lets go get a shake, lets play a game of rummy before I have to go, etc."
Texarkana, I have two daughters who are nurses. One did the Med/Surgical thing and is was harddddddddd. Tiring, stressful and just not for a wimp. The other ICU Trauma, hardddddd, difficult, death and dismemberment on a daily basis. I know what you have seen and done and my hat is off to you.
No one should judge on this site. I have been judged too. It pissed me off too.
So what I came to understand is unless you have walked in my shoes, your opinion is just that, your opinion.
There are some people who post on this site who really, in my humble opinion, just love to see people praise their flowery writing. They really haven't experienced any of the problem.
I have a nasty, selfish, narcissistic mother who does absolutely nothing for anyone. I stopped calling her six months ago because she would never pick up the phone and call me, her only daughter. Yesterday I talked to her for the first time. She called to inquire about her grand daughter who will have a baby in the next few days. Of course, she would never call the grand daughter.
During the conversation she didn't fail to tell me that one of her six siblings was the "only one" who cared anything about her. Nothing changes with age or time. So I truly understand you frustration. And you are a saint to have her in your home.
Mom will be in assisted living because I am a bad, ungrateful, so and so. So there I said it and I think there are numerous people here who will smile to themselves in understanding.
Busy work...oh Lawd, yes. All. The. Time. Constantly! My mom would call me 100 times a day to do...something...that pretty much amounted to...nothing. She'd call me to pick a piece of lint off the floor. Yes, indeed. She'd call me and point out into the yard, saying 'That, that!', and I of course had no damn idea what was bugging her about the yard. She'd call me because she wanted her chair moved...to the right...no, to the left...no, now she wants it back more...no, this time she wants it forward...the TV wasn't sitting just so, the coffee wasn't hot enough, so heat it...and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...endlessly. I finally snapped one day and told her that if she wasn't on the floor bleeding or going into cardiac arrest, or had some real need, DON'T CALL ME, because I'd ignore her. I also told her that I wasn't her personal programmed robot, and that I didn't come with buttons that she could constantly push because she was bored. She treated me not as a human being, but as an extension of HERSELF, and hell no I wasn't having it.
There comes a time when you say ENOUGH. The end.
I can be busy with 50 things that need to be done by noon and she will come in an be upset that NO ONE has taken the recycling over and dropped it off! Guess who NO ONE is?
She gets mad and screams wanting to know "Just who put this crap here rather than throw it in the trash!" It was her!!!!!
Our work shop needed a new roof and I told her I was going to have to hire someone and she got mad yelling that I could do it!!! Sure Mom, I am a woman and not a young one!!!
Welcome the world of Dementia and Alzheimer's!
Today was a sore one for me. She wanted to go visit my brother again. My brother lives about 1 hour away. The drive there is on high-traffic interstates, so not relaxing at all. I have been doing a lot of things for the past three weeks and told her I was tired. She got mad at me and told me we were going. She then called my brother, who told her they were going to be busy, so it wasn't a good time to visit. She was sweet and understanding with him. If it had been me, she would have just told me I better get unbusy, because we were going to do it. I get no respect.
So I was glad that my brother was too busy because I was mighty tired. But I was pissed that she showed him so much more respect than me. When she and I went out to eat later, I mentioned we had been to my brother's not long ago. She said we hadn't been in over a year. I reminded her of all the times we had been out there this year and she just looked confused. She doesn't even remember going.
There seem to be no activities he wants to do outside of the out that either don't involve me, or don't involve him driving the car by himself.
So I'm going to say yes. I get "busy work" requests.
He is a great note person. I always have some kind of note on the kitchen counter. I read them and either answer them or throw them away. I'm finding out that most of the time he never asks if I've read them. I'm also finding that he likes duties, things to do with his hands. He recently was fitted properly with
good leather shoes. We stopped at a near by show repair shop and bought polish. His shoes look wonderful, with numerous coats of polish on them. I had an idea and gave him a pair of my dark brown shoes with a brown handbag. He has been polishing them and they now look brand new. Just some ideas of what I experience every day.