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?
As a general theory, you can try just checking every 5-10 minutes or so and work that up to 15-120 so you can do other things a little, i.e. make your attention non-contingent on her bell-ringing or other demands and it may or may not work either.
Now my husband was a lot more reasonable - he was kind of doing that after his hip surgery and quickly dropping into a pattern of over-dependent on me for things he could do for himself but was nervous about, so I used the "honey just wait a minute" method of rehabilitation. You might be able to get mom to tolerate reasonable delays too. Maybe with the store thing, write it on a list and only go to the store twice a week as a routine, and then go back over the items with the checklist in hand once you have them.
then you take your time doing it . You're going to have to grit your teeth and listen to her prattlings and clucking but you have to DO THIS FOR YOURSELF.(restrain from getting it right now---you have to re-train her!!!!!!!!! She has to learn there are no strings attached to your mind, hands and feet. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN TEACH HER. You have to teach TOUGH LOVE to both of you and YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE that can do it. Toughen up girl!
I did this because she started to 'lecture' (I knew exactly what she was going to say). Instructions on how to inform her of my movements ("this would be avoided if you told me...' "I am not going to tell you every time I go downstairs to pee.' she tries to repeat what she said, and I have found I can just over ride her. As a youngster, having to listen to her freakin 'lectures' for hours on end involving total drivel, I find it empowering simply to over ride and over talk her. I make my point, she gets it and copes with it as well as she can.
Mom is the type who can dish it out but she can't take her own medicine. We get along pretty well. If I go downstairs I usually tell her, that is courteous. I hadn't even gone downstairs and I had my hands full when she started yelling. I am not going to drop stirring something that will scorch if I stop and I'm not going to take the pot off the stove either.
With nothing to distract her, sounds like she focuses only on the immediate concern, no matter how trivial.
Points to ponder:
+ avoid a bell... I bought a wireless doorbell for him and it makes me gag every time I hear it ring...even on my good days. And if you do not move fast enough it can become their weapon.
+ read inspiring books like "The Four Agreements". To me the most important agreement is "Never take it personal". Remember her life is also turned upside down... she has her own issues and fears to contend with. The "Five Languages of Love" is another excellent book. You and your mother may have different languages (or expression) of love and appreciation. Maybe your mother sees love as service but you see it as words of appreciation and neither are getting their needs met. If your mother has her facilities, read it together and discuss it.
+ Breath.... several times a day, take good deep breaths.
+ Find areas of your life you can control... like eating, exercise. Care for yourself by eating whole foods and drinking plenty of pure water. Try eliminating sugar. Personally when I eat sugar I have lower emotional tolerance. And movement helps the nerves. Give yourself some loving kindness and seek to understand.
My mother's dementia has created the latter for me. Sure, I tried my best to keep her independent, but she eventually became a danger to herself and the situation became more than I could handle (bogus calls to the police, yelling at the postman and neighbors, false allegations of theft and abuse, racial diatribes, etc.). In her mind, she was no longer safe in the home, but instead of being fearful, she was violent and abusive. It was actually her idea to move to Assisted Living and it was a Godsend.
But there's something I wanted to say to Smitty. After years - and in hindsight really decades - of taking the verbal abuse, accusations and threatening behavior, I simply became void of emotion toward the woman. I can't help it but the fact is I no have an emotional investment. Sure, I do my duty and ensure that she gets proper health care (and yes, there are good places out there), but the days where I have any emotional connection are long gone. If you see yourself heading in this direction, do what you can to get help for her and for yourself - but also realize that you are only human. Don't let anyone make you feel guilty about what you feel.
If it comes down to daughter's life being shredded to pieces because she has a demanding mom - no matter the relation - then mom is dying, and taking her daughter with her. If her mom actually knew she was doing this to her daughter and cared, she wouldn't do it.
But she doesn't know, and doesn't care to know. Daughter needs to draw some lines in order to be healthy for mom and herself. Put her own air mask on first... My mom can be demanding and it helps when I remind her I can only do so much, and some stuff is just not important, or can wait. Lucky for me, mom understands and finally agrees.
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.
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 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)