Mom can't do anything for herself due to pain and mobility issues so she gets waited on hand and foot by me and other caregivers. It's one request after another and if I don't answer right away she repeats it. She says it doesn't have to be done immediately but it's her tone and she has OCD so she hyperfocuses on what fell on the floor or lights left on. It never ends and by the end of my shift tonight I blew a gasket..so much rage spewed out that I felt like a monster.
Anyone dealing with a personality like this?
Whatever you do, do not give Mom a bell to ring when she wants your attention :P
If you do keep her at home, I am not sure what "your shift" means. Are you "on" for a number of hours? I would try to break that up. In other words, one hour on, one off.
Last night I lost my patience with my husband just ever so briefly and I know how rotten that makes you feel. In our case, it is not requests but just the fact that I have to keep repeating. Now that I am retired, the repeating goes on for many more hours per day. It was late, I was tired, and he just wasn't answering me. God, so frustrating. I can imagine that the requests are just as frustrating.
Good luck!
I live in central PA. It is simply NOT TRUE that the residents of the homes here do not get good care, that the employees are cold and callous, or that this system is crap.
I have heard the horror stories from the Manhattan-and-surroundings area. It might be worth it to look further afield. I have thought this many times. Wouldn't it be better to drive a bit further to have a much better facility--and cheaper? And to know that your loved one is happy while you are at work?
My mom is living like a wealthy aristocrat where she is now and, funnily sometimes, she feels and acts like one--and it costs about $3800/mo.
Her response was "why should I thank you, I prepared it myself." I asked her if she thought that the frig was a magic frig?" I put an empty bowl in the frig and it just fills itself with cut fresh fruit.
If she does get it she will never acknowledge it because to do so would be admitting that she needs me and take her ace card of "GET OUT" away from her. Though she seldom plays that card any longer since she thought I was trying to take her up on it.
Dont know what we can do about it but I feel you though.
I do believe it's true that her discomfort lead her to a serious lack of gratitude. When we got back to her home, she thanked me for giving her the opportunity of having her own home to go to... the work isn't any less but it's a little less frustrating when you know they appreciate it. ( I wish the rest of his family would appreciate it)
Four years ago, my husband, mother and I rented a beach house for the winter. The first thing I did (after we unpacked) was to write down the TV channels on a piece of paper so that they could refer to it, and show them how to turn the TV on (more than one remote). On my honor: it took a full six weeks for them, both of them, to figure out how to turn the TV on and off. I couldn't believe it! They NEVER knew which was which channel--even though the paper was on the coffee table. "What channel is CNN?" --90 times a day.
Now, my husband cannot use my cell phone. I have to make all of the calls and hand him the phone. He can hardly use the computer any more and is always "losing things," like e-mails, some of which I can find, some not. To "go back," he just hits the delete button, and then wonders what happened. I have to say, technology has not necessarily made aging easier.
On most days, I do all of these little, niggling things with a smile and love. But if I don't feel good? Whew, it is hard, hard to have breakfast and make plans for the day with someone who hasn't put his hearing aids in!
I get it, and I am sorry that you had that experience. It sounds horrible. You are right to take it one day at a time--that is what I do, too.
Just for today everything is O.K.