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.
Neither of the options comes without some *serious* accountability and a lot of work, but it's way worse without .. huh, SA?
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...
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.
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.
We have to strengthen our boundaries when it comes to caring for people.
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.
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.
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.
They both couldn't pay for college, a nice or even not so nice wedding. No vacations with the kids or grand kids. No generosity what so ever. All they had was for their "nursing home" care.
Now at the end of the day, mom is left and she has a big fat bank account ( around 1 million) that we had better not even look at, even if we are dying, because it is for her nursing home.
So I am going to honor her wishes and put her in a nursing home and she better d*** well like it because it is all my brother and I ever heard our entire lives. She made it easy.
Actually, my parents left me with my aunt when I was 16 to 'settle' in another city, while I finished my HS... I believe, this was a bad decision as a parent... but, a decision non-the-less due to being poor and needing jobs, etc... When my parents decided to move back to the state I resided... my father took ill and passed away at 45 yrs old... My upbringing/childhood was very disrupted and dysfunctional... Now, I feel like the 'child' taking care of my mother... (she was married a second time and lost her 2nd husband)after I was away from her for decades... She labels me in the family as being "too nice"... which has backfired on me as the 'black' sheep in the family... (the ONLY caregiver... 2 sons who are "living their lives"... and, are "wonderful sons"... Some 'children' don't have a healthy 'childhood' and still bring 'LOVE' to their parents as caregiver's... Yes... the LOVE comes from the HEART...(and, perhaps this comes from trying your whole life to 'win' some kind of 'approval')... But, trying to do this with a difficult elderly parent that bucks you all the time... isn't healthy either...
She's actually upset with my niece because she wanted my niece to come live with her and take care of her. The thing that bothered me was her whole attitude, like my niece owed it to her to move in and take care of her. That because my sister-in-law (MIL's daughter, niece's mother) isn't alive to do it, that my niece needed to step up in sister-in-law's place. My niece just avoided her phone calls and MIL has finally given up on that. She still badmouths her every now and then though.
I'll do what I can for my mother too when/if the time comes. Right now she's only in her sixties and is in great health, able to do for herself, still working full-time.
Me, personally, I do not expect my children to provide hands on care in my old age. I want them to make sure I'm taken care of, don't get me wrong, but I do not expect them to give up their lives, careers, incomes, marriages, families of their own, to take care of me. That's just plain selfish to expect that. What will they do when I'm gone? They'd be all alone and it would be all my fault for expecting them to give up their lives. Nope, not gonna ask that of them. I'd provide hands on care for them if they got in bad shape but I'm their mother, that's my job. I love them and I'd gladly do it. I'd do it for my husband. I love him and I made marriage vows for better or worse, in sickness and in health, etc. I'll do what I can for others, but will not sacrifice my marriage, my children, my sanity or my life. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.
Anyone else relate to this?
So lets not knock all NHs some are good and some are bad its up to family to shop around and ask the obvious questions. I dont expect nurses and docs to show my parents love? i want them to care! the loving comes from the family im sorry you had a bad experience but this is not the norm in most NHs. When we decide on a NH we should get talking to someone who has had thier parent in there and ask about the care. My friend saw 20 homes before having this one recommended.