When raising my kids, I had a beautiful poster that had a lovely picture of Noah’s Ark in my home.
I love art, so I was attracted to the lovely image of the huge ark with all of the animals. I also love nature and was attracted to the beautiful depiction of the animals but what made me buy the poster was the message of the inscription on it which was, “We’re all in the same boat...So, let’s keep it afloat!” How true, right? I framed the poster and I loved it.
The message resonated with me deeply. I used it as a visual image to relay to my children that we were a team.
I raised my children to know that parents and children need to work together.
It’s also how I am desperately trying to make this current group of people who are caring for my elderly mom succeed as a team which consists of myself with doctors, nurses, rehab facilities, home health, social workers, family members, whoever is involved in caring for her as a team.
I am finally accepting that I simply cannot do everything alone for mom and relaying that to her as lovingly and best as I can.
Parents rely on us just as our children did and while it’s very similar in one way, it’s vastly different in other ways.
It takes awhile for some of us to catch onto this message. Many of you tried to explain this to me!
Sometimes we miss things due to being overwhelmed, afraid to feel we failed after trying so hard, maybe even some pride, whatever the case may be...who knows?
It’s trial and error. It’s individual and has to be tailored to our own needs. There isn’t always a simple solution to things. There are so many variables.
Kids and elderly parents are sometimes impatient, can be demanding, stressful and exhausting.
I sometimes feel that aging parents actually expect more than our young kids did. Seems like we are able to explain things more easily to children than aging parents. Some parents have extremely difficult challenges, special needs. Some caregivers have the same with ALZ.
We needed breaks from our kids which made us better parents in the long run in order to be refreshed and refueled. The same is true for caregivers of the elderly. One huge difference for me is that we ourselves are getting older and have our own concerns with health, finances, etc.
What are your thoughts on this? I’m curious to know how others feel. Where am I on point and where am I off base?
All answers are welcome, not just deep thinkers like me, be sarcastic if you wish. I have those days where I feel like I don’t give a rat’s a**! Be funny if you like, some things elderly people do make me crack up, even if it’s sad. Some caregivers are extremely funny. A sense of humor is important. Be sweet and melt my heart.
Answer any which way you like. In other words, just be yourself. Be sincere.
Also, how do others feel about outside support, professionals who care for the elderly? Do you feel it’s a calling for some?
Or do you feel it has become more of a ‘money making’ business? Let’s face it, aging care, just like child care for working parents has become a huge ‘profitable’ business for most. From what I have seen there aren’t near as many ‘non profit’ companies.
I know that I have tons of questions. Just chime in where you feel you would like to contribute to the discussion. Thanks!
Wow! Great response! Love it!
But I love the staff at my mother’s ALF. She’s been in an independent facility ( good also but not as challenging for them) , rehab( mostly awful, refused to give us information or listen to anything we told them, definitely oriented towards in for the money) a respite care( only in it for the money, extremely understaffed, refused any communication, took some of her meds ie horror story although her actual aides were gems even though forced to work double shifts daily)
i think it starts at the top. This ALF has a philosophy that” this is the residents home, we serve them if you don’t agree get another job.” At first I was skeptical, but so far ( 6 months and lots of turmoil from mother) they have gone over and above. I have never been treated with an attitude, even though due to her dementia some weeks I have to call them almost daily for something. They are wonderful not only to the residents but also know ALL the family including the grandkids and great grandkids by Name!!! I don’t know how they do it. They also are willing to keep her in ALF instead of Memory Care as long as possible which is less money and more work for them. I know some places would place her there now, instead they apply some of the same techniques but in ALF. She seems to be doing as well as can be expected with her set of circumstances.
So yes, I think it’s a calling to some but I think it starts at the top. It’s a huge money making industry but imo their dedication to a caring philosophy is of major importance.
Now the kicker, my mother has NPD so only admits she likes it to the staff and my daughter. I’m the black sheep and do not let her manipulate me so she barely acknowledges my existence unless she needs something and does not confide in me. She cries and moans to my mostly absent sister and brother but that’s to manipulate them . My sister (NPD as well), thinks the place is overpriced( it’s a few hundred more) But pretty much anyone in a service industry is dirt to her so I kind of figure it’s her personality rather than legitimate complaints. My brother could not care less as long he can pop in for an hour every few weeks and he does not have to do anything else lol. So some definitely have it in them, some don’t
Yep, they do act childish, kind of like a second different sort of senior citizen childhood. I sincerely hope I die before I hit that point in my life. I get so scared that my kids will view me like that and it really depresses me. I don’t want them to be burdened by me.
They make loud tactless comments in front of strangers "look how fat that lady is!" that embarrass the daylights out of you - especially when you know that they know better. They order food in restaurants they have no intention of eating, resulting in a doggie bag that you eventually throw out because they don't like leftovers. They leave things in public places that necessitate a flying trip back to get those items - with kids its a blankie or stuffed animal, with the adults its a purse, eyeglasses or cane.
They will pick an argument just for the fun of it, shooting down every bit of logic you come up with. They will demand to go places with you even though you know they won't enjoy it and have no interest in it and you'll end up having to leave the place earlier than you wanted because "they're tiiiiirrrreeeddd." No temperature is right for them - kids are too hot, elderly are too cold. If you even TRY to verbally correct them, some do-gooder who has never had the pleasure of dealing with either children or the elderly will accuse you of heartless abuse. They always get hurt after you've told them a million times not to put their fingers there, or walk there, or reach for something over head. Parades, movies, and fireworks displays are a nightmare because someone taller never fails to sit directly in front of them and they "caaaannn'tttt seeeeeee!"
Anyone else rolling their eyes and sighing right now?
I'm taking care of my 57 year old sister-she has cirrhosis and hepatic encephalopathy (toxins have gone to the brain because the liver doesn't function/filter right.) We are 10 years apart and she pretty much raised me. I feel very overwhelmed with the situation. I never thought I would be taking care of my sister this way. I have to remember that what's done is done. I can't continue to be angry and disappointed. We take it One Day at A Time and make the most of the time we have. There is a reason I am taking care of her! I'm doing everything to allow her to live with as an adult with dignity and respect and allowing her to be involved with decisions when she is able. I will continue to stay positive and for her the best way I can. It's very hard to see a sibling dying; I feel it is more expected with a parent.
Try to remember it is very hard and stressful taking care of them-but they also took care of you :)
Also, it's easy to diaper a 20-pound toddler - but difficult to diaper a 170-pound adult male.
Complicating the issue is that when our parents become elderly and require care, we may be in senior-hood ourselves facing our own health concerns. (I've known a lot of 70-year-olds caring for parents in their 90s.)
Wow! Just wow. You are a SAINT!
Amen! A few cartwheels too!
But I never had children and taking care of my loved ones was not a chore for me and while it was a responsibility, it was no more a responsibility than taking care of a child. The roles become reversed with the elderly and I was glad to be able to give back some of the love that I had received as a child.
Kids become independent, elders rely on us more and more.
Etc etc
1. Their boss is NEVER there to see what they do, or don't do, not even on their first day.
2. If there's no adult child around, it's a completely autonomous and relatively unmonitored job situation.
3. most likely there will be free food
4. often there is free wifi
5. often there is cable tv and time to watch it
And, generally, kids know they aren't adults, with adult control of money, life choices, etc... So often, elders have to gradually give up various things they have been doing for years, as competencies decline. Denial, big time, of the new reality.
Here’s where it vastly different for me. I have a son with disabilities. He’s 15 and will live with me until one of us dies or I become too incapacitated to do so. I’ve recently decided to homeschool him as well. AND I WILL HAPPILY DO IT! Because that’s my son, my baby. It’s taken a massive village to get him to this point, will continue to need that village. I would take his daily life of screaming hours-long meltdowns, not sleeping, getting into everything before the diagnoses and therapies....than take my father back in. Because that’s my baby!
I’ve been questioned why I would choose to take on my son’s homeschooling and lifetime care after finally getting my dad out of my caretaking purview. Again, he’s my baby, I would happily take care of him to my last breath. Yes, it’s a lot of work even with a child with disabilities, but I made him, carried him, nursed him. He’s so sweet and so fun.
I will never care for any other adult than my son ever again. Maybe I’m just not cut out for elder care.