The whole argument about how our parents changed our diapers and cared for us when we were babies is a bunch of bull. When our parents were young (younger than most of us here) they wanted to start a family. They were in love and wanted a child to love and to create a family. Once mom got pregnant it was a joyous occasion and mom and dad looked forward to those 9 months with great anticipation and joy. And then this little itty bitty person was born, completely dependent, and was fed and hugged and loved for many, many years. Mom and dad worked very hard to help shape that little person into someone who was good and kind and respectful and polite and moral, learning many lessons along the way. Eventually that little person grew up, went to college, moved out and started a life of their own and this too was a momentous occasion. Mom and dad had done their job well and were very proud of the family they created, raised, and watched as their child continued down it's own path.
This is NOT the same thing as bringing mom or dad into our homes so we can care for them because they cared for us when we were little. We didn't come to them with fully formed personalities, we didn't come to them out of the womb with personality defects and dementia. As babies we didn't argue with them when they tried to change our diapers, we didn't curse them either. We didn't accuse them of stealing from us and as babies we didn't leave the house to wander down the street in freezing cold weather with only our p.j.'s on.
It is NOT the same thing.
With that said, I cared for my mom, with hospice's assistance, until she passed, and if/when my Dad needs it, I'll be there. Because I want to. We were a normally dysfunctional family (still are), but my heart says, "do it," even though my father very clearly says, "I know what it means, my mother had Alzheimer's and I don't want my kids to have to deal with it ... just put me in a home." Maybe part of the reason I'd be willing to take care of him is that he SAID that. I dunno. It's just part of who and what I am. Entitlement, in any form, just sets my jaw on edge and the hackles rising on my neck.
As far as I'm concerned no one, and I really mean NO one, 'deserves' to be loved, cared for or cherished. We give it away, by choice.
When my mother turned 91 she was dumped on me by my sibblings ( her favorites) and I was charged with the task of taking care of her. It was very hard taking care of some one not knowing for sure if she appreciated me taking her in after everyone else had abandoned her. After one year of living with me the truth came out. She told me tthat it was a waste of her time giving birth to me and she would never forgive me for an illiness I had as a child that pervented her from living her life.
I was in tears every day, and she showed no emotion towards my hurt. I was so depressed that I could hardly function. It was then that I had to choose, It was her or me. Two weeks ago I moved her into an assisted living facility and I am now trying to put her and her feelings toward me behind.
You would think that this story would come from a much younger person than myself.. one dealing with mommy issues. But I am 63 years old and I finally addressed something that has kept me in her clutches of trying to please her.
So to answer the question.. Should we as adults take care of our parents in their late years? As for me.... Well you tell me.
This person would be me, and I am wondering if there are others out there like me.
After 6 years of caring for both my parents, I finally hired professional caregivers to help. But there is still a lot of work to be done, because caregivers need information, approval and feedback.
I've never thought of what I'm doing as re-paying my parents for raising me. But I'm not sure what well I drew this bucket from - it has a hole in it that I keep trying to fill.
Hm.
We have to strengthen our boundaries when it comes to caring for people.
Aside from this argument, it's also clear from so many's stories, here, that being a caregiver of our elders isn't an easy task .. especially when a parent hasn't provided for their own future. And to expect the child to not only provide the physical service of care giving, but (at worst) give up personal lives, careers and then pay for the day to day expenses .. is just craziness in action.
My mom hounded me to move in with her, saying she wasn't able to do as much, slowing down, etc. I resisted for a year, finally caved and moved back here, feeling dread, resentment and moral obligation at the same time. I'm an only child. There was nobody else for my mom to count on. I didn't realize that my resentment at the time was just the tip of the iceberg compared to what was to come.
About a month after I got in here my mom told me that she was broke and could no longer pay the taxes on her 3 large properties. This house, another house, and land with a horse stable on it. I was floored and in shock. The demands for money had begun, and the fact that part of the reason I agreed to come here was our verbal agreement that I wouldn't HAVE to pay expenses be damned. I felt conned, betrayed, resentful and stupid as hell to have trusted my narcissistic mom. More fool me. I took care of this house, inside and out and all it entailed. The washing, cooking, shopping, cleaning and yard work. I also worked full time and handed over almost every dime I made on demand. What I'd have to listen to had I not given my mom that money wasn't bearable. My mom was a pit bull with endless energy to rage and raise hell, her personal element that she loved to STAY in and I was already under enough pressure as it was. I didn't think I could handle any more bitching and screeching than she was already doing.
I used to have friends, a life and good job I enjoyed going to, a little house with a little yard and my dog. My mom said Cody could come with me...until I got here. Then I was forced to get rid of him. I made sure he went to a good family. I started hating life, hating work. I wasn't doing a single thing for myself, everything was being done for my mother. I detested having to bust my ass at work, whereas before I loved busting my ass at work because I worked for MYSELF and got to keep the money I earned, got to spend it on the little pleasures I enjoyed, my fish tanks, gardening, books, etc...not anymore. One by one by one, my mom eradicated every single enjoyable thing out of my world, starting with my dog. Then the tanks. Then the flowers. Then the books. Every nickel I spent on myself was cause for bitching and complaining. God, how I hated life, dreaded life. How the hell, looking back now, I survived that mess with my sanity in tact I'll never know.
And it just wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough. I didn't give enough money, so my mom insisted that she was 'owed' my taxes each year, too....for having to 'support' me. **headdesk** She never got off that either, telling everyone and their brother what a loser I was and how SHE supported ME. **hisssss** My anger, resentment, frustration and misery knew no bounds. I was so depressed that death seemed preferable to having to deal with my mom and the endless, never ending demands another minute.
I hated going to work, like I said. I mean, for what? Almost every dime went to my mother. I hated living. I cursed God so many times for that situation. Glad he's forgiving. lol
This house isn't small. It had to be immaculate, like a show room, at all times. She'd call me from the other side of the house to point out some small flaw and demand I fix it. If I cleaned the house for days, she bitched the yard was a mess. If I spent a few days in the yard, she bitched the house was 'filthy'. I could. not. win. The money was never enough. The cleaning was never enough. The yard was never done to her satisfaction. I felt I had beast standing over me literally cracking a whip from dawn to dusk.
THANK GOD IT'S OVER. That part, I'm glad, so damn glad, is over now. I'd like to think my mom is at peace now. I'd like to think she's with my dad, chillin'. But if she did go to hell, bet in her personal hell there's a beast with a whip waiting and it's going to crack that mother over her for all eternity and she'll rest about as much as she allowed me.
It's going to take a long time to recover from my mom and the whole care giving ordeal. I'm physically and mentally worn the hell out. Never again in this life, not for anyone, not for anything.
Game over and thank God for it.
And honestly, I really don't know EXACTLY why I didn't say screw you and leave, all things considered... :/ I probably would have... But then thoughts of my mom falling again and being alone, or getting sick and being alone, God knows, all kinds of crap goes through your mind...
Neither of the options comes without some *serious* accountability and a lot of work, but it's way worse without .. huh, SA?
LadeeC, I have a springing DPOA which requires two separate doctors to declare incompetence. I'm sure it may be useful one day but right now it feels pretty useless to me. I can't do anything and I certainly can't tell my mother what to do as she automatically resists that like it's a communist takeover. And she showtimes like a pro.
I know we (at least I know ~I~have) a tendency to avoid conflict, to make life easier rather than harder. And, sometimes, being firm about our limits and boundaries. Our parents aren't demi-gods, despite any showtiming to the contrary.
On a slight skew from the topic .. One of the things that really annoys me about families is that they'll often treat us worse than their worst enemies and still expect us to cow tow. Pfft. It's my personal stance that I love because I choose to, not because I'm obligated. Treat me with dignity. Treat me like a loved one and do NOT take me for granted, or I'm outta there. It's taken me over 50 years to get to this point, and I'll be d*mned if someone who claims to love me treats me like dirt.
Rant over.
"And sometimes, being firm about our limits and boundaries looks and feels like inviting conflict. On the contrary, it's a short term PITA to solve a long term problem. ....."
Thank goodness I changed my phone number or I'd still be getting the awful whining, picking fights phone call every day.
I think, as long as there isn't a disabled child who will need taking care of for all his/her lifetime, ALL parents should spend every cent on themselves after the kids start their own lives. Don't leave one red cent.
And as for taking care of your parents during their declining years due to illness, I only hope you don't find yourselves in the same position. The saddest and loneliest reality is knowing there is no family who care about you.
Certainly not everyone is cut out to be a caregiver. And that's ok. But place someone into a NH out of love, not resentment.
The caregiver works an 8 hour shift thus isn't burnt out by the end of the week. The caregiver, if under the weather, the agency sends a replacement. The caregiver gets vacation time and time off for their own doctor appointments, etc. And if the caregiver isn't the right match, and new person is sent out.
My parents still live independently but no longer drive.... thus, I am their driver. Many a time I would complain to others about all this driving and some would say to me to remember that my parents had driven me when I was a child, etc..... ok, that make sense BUT my parents were in their 20's and 30's, not in their late 60's when I was a child... that's a huge difference. I am the older person in the left hand lane with the left blinker light going.
I care for a mom with Alzheimer's and a brother who is disabled. I do it alone. I'm 63 and willing to do it. Mom has become worse and I'm in the process of searching for some outside help. The day will come when I can no longer care for her. Until then, I want to care for her an my brother. But, that's me and don't expect everyone to feel or do the same.
However, that wasn't my point. I was shocked at how so many think it's not their responsibility to look after elderly parents when those parents no longer can care for themselves. And there are some who not only think that, but expect to get something from their parents after those parents die. Somehow it's the job of the parent to not only raise and care for children as they grow, but still care for them after the parents have died. Then in the same breath state looking after parents in their declining years is not a child's responsibility.
When I read beliefs like that (and I've personally known a couple of people who feel that way), I think we ought to be like the animal world. Take care of the child until they become a juvenile, then kick them out. Let them figure out how to survive and never come back. But, I think we're of a higher order than that.
Consider this: work that has traditionally been part of an extended family dynamic, such as cleaning, childcare, catering and nowadays increasingly elder care, is half expected to be done for love, and half expected to be done for money. We - we as in society - demand that people are motivated by a vocation, pay them very badly, belittle their aspirations and are then surprised and aggrieved that they don't love their underpaid, overworked, spat-upon position. We - again, we as in society - need to sort out our attitude and expectations. But I'm not holding my breath on that one.
How a nursing home or other facility treats its staff is, by the way, one of the most important points you can look at when and if you come to choose a place for your elder. If the staff are treated with respect - offered secure employment, professional training, better than minimum wage and emotional support, for example - they are more likely to mirror that attitude when it comes to the people they care for. What goes around…
I do understand how you feel shocked by some attitudes one reads about. They describe a very sad situation. But I think something you're perhaps overlooking is why, sometimes, children might feel as they do.
Oscar Wilde (by the way, although he was gay, he was also a loving husband and a father of two sons - don't believe everything you read!) said: "Children begin by loving their parents. After a time, they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them."
Well, he was being light-hearted. But the more you read on this forum, the more you begin to realise that there are most certainly some parents who don't deserve to be forgiven. And if those are the same ones whose children have "shocking" attitudes it does begin to seem more like they've reaped what they sowed, doesn't it?