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?
OK, listen to me, somebody. I am out int he boondocks in PA. zip code: 17870. Not that far from New York. We have a lot of nice places around here. I have had my mom in two of them. The costs are much less than in NY and the people are very nice. In fact, my mom's place has a number of people from New York and Long Island.
One place in the next town that is not expensive (about $2K per month for a shared room), has sweet Mennonite ladies working there--not the people you are describing who would otherwise have been at a fast food joint.
Now, stay with me for just moment. I know it is far away. But you could drive over on Saturday morning, afford to stay in a motel Saturday night (with what you would save from being in NY!), and drive back on Sunday.
As far as the original Question, you do have to pick your battles with the dementia patients--its not mean to simply not respond to all the requests. You could also keep a running list of all the things she's asked you, mark the time asked, and show it to her! Then draw a line and write in all caps, BREAK TIME UNTIL (3:15). and give yourself a Break. Take it in the bathroom, or garage if need be.
He's finally saying "thank you" to the helper. Today he said he's saying it too much. LOL We don't talk much anymore, as he is so negative and it wears me down. He watches me like a hawk. Tells the family that when I leave I always come home late (after 12:30 a.m.). I'm home by 10:30p.m. and it's only on Friday when I meet up with 2 of my friends from high school days. He's asked me when I'm leaving. I've told him I intend to stay and die here. He's worried he'll have to go into a "home". I've assured him that is not my intent. No use. This has definitely changed my personality. I seldom laugh. Trying not to worry, but it seeps into your soul. I'm so grateful to have my pup. She comforts both of us.
All I can say is "hang in there" and try to find some time for yourself. Walk in the park ( seek nature) and exercise. don't be afraid to ask for help and hang on to your dear friends for life. Blessings
The lack of regard she has shown for me, as well as my general disapproval of the way she has handled the challenges of aging for herself, has literally killed the affection I once had for her. (I should point out that I'm not a sentimental person by nature and have never had a strong attachment to family per se.) Funny thing is, my mother would never believe it if I told her this, even though it's written all over me. She believes she is the center of the universe for all her kids and nothing could ever change that. Therefore she has no reason to modify her behavior or to consider anybody else's feelings or point of view.
I believe care recipients (even parents) need to bring certain things to the caregiving relationship to be worthy of love and care. Respect, compassion, empathy, and the recognition of the fact that they are being given something from another person's precious store of time and resources, not to be wasted or used frivolously, and certainly not to be demanded as a right.