I love my father dearly. He lives in a senior housing about 20 minutes from me. My problem is, he wants me to visit him every weekend. Come Thursday, he's asking me about coming over. The problem is, I have a full time job, and I'm only off on the weekends. I'm single and sometimes do activities on weekends. That leaves me with maybe one day off to do chores, etc for myself. I have no problem visiting him every few weeks (say every two to three weeks), but when I tell him I can't make it he seems really disappointed. I'm torn between trying to see him as often as I can - when I can't I feel incredibly guilty. It doesn't help that my two sisters (one who lives right around the corner) rarely see him. I love him but I'm trying to balance having a life and seeing him. Sometimes I feel like I don't go to activities or socialize so that I can spend time with him. Does anyone have any suggestions for trying to balance my life with seeing him. Sometimes, even when I'm out, I feel bad that I'm not with him. Its incredibly stressful.
It is so difficult when your loved one who was so independent before cannot be even though mom thinks she can take care of herself. I so wish she could.
Dementia is not easy for the caregiver or the one with Dementia. I so hate this disease.
Hence, I now emphasize - take care of you and do not sacrifice your health for anyone. Love and help others, yes, but also love and help yourself. 40% of caregivers die before the person they care give. That does not address the health issues that develop in caregivers as a result of putting their needs last all the time. The damage from that over the years accumulates - poor diet, rushing around to get things done, disturbed and inadequate sleep and rest, missed doctors appointments and check ups for yourself because you don't take the time, lack of exercise, strained joints from lifting, raised blood pressure and blood sugar, depression, and more. You can read about it on this site. I applaud the OP for taking care of herself.
sandwich - agreed about people who heap guilt on others. They say shame on the OP. I say shame on you for judging her.
I gathered up my courage and later in the evening after I got my mother back to her apartment and I was home in mine, I emailed bro. I said nicely, it's hard enough to take care of our parents. I think we should be supportive of each other. And because I know he has a great sense of humor I dared to add: and if you want to take on our mother on top of being the caregiver for Dad, be my guest!
He wrote write back an apology!! What a huge milestone for our very wounded family!! I replied back that I was so relieved that I could freely express myself to him. Progress!
You never know. It is worth to stand up for yourself. One can do it in a nice way.
I love emails. It gives me time to think about what to say.
My father lives an hour and half away but he has plenty of people who like him and see him. I visit him once a month. This is the best I choose to do. After all, these parents weren't always here for me and I think this is life. No one should expect anyone to stand ready and be at their beck and call. People have to deal with life and get strong through their times alone and in touch with their own soul: at least some of time! Why do women always feel they have to rescue others? I often wonder where this comes from? I think when you truly choose to love and give the other person feels that: well maybe most.
The guilt trip the parents put on us is this: I am going to die soon and you better be there when the moment comes so forget your own life and live on standby and feel all my pain or suffer with endless guilt.
I don't buy this thinking anymore.
Guilt is not appropriate if you are doing your best to meet life's obligations. I don't know of anyone in real life who only has one obligation - to care for their parent.
I feel regret that things have to be the way they are, but not guilt.
Our aged parents do want things that are no longer possible and they are not able to understand why. Feeling guilt over not being able to provide the impossible is not appropriate or necessary.
I always feel like the people in my life who have no shortage of critical things to say are really commenting on their own insecurities and inadequacies. It's called projection. The two aunts who did the least for my mom when she was 5 miles away are the two biggest critics and guilt-mongers. One of them has a daughter who literally has done not one thing for my mom ever, who likes to rake me over the coals on Facebook. I haven't actually seen or spoken to this cousin since I was in elementary school, but that doesn't seem to stop her. The aunts are in very deep denial about mom's dementia. They don't want it to be true because they are going down the same road and it's terrifying.
I think they all have a very guilty conscience and this is how they're dealing with it. They know they should have helped their sister a lot more and now it's too late.
The other people who heap guilt are very angry about their own situation, their own powerlessness, and being trapped.
I remember that my parents did not spend my childhood sitting next to me, pre-occupied with keeping me entertained day & night just because I was incapable of taking care of myself. They had work to do, bills to pay, errands, obligations, and health problems. My dad was the only one to make any kind of time for me to play or read. I was absolutely not the pure center of the universe. The time caring for me was not 24/7/365 for 18 years - even if they had wanted it to be. I don't think there was a guilt burden for things being that way.
When their parents became infirm or invalid it was the same. My parents weren't there at the bedside every spare moment for all the same reasons. It was impractical and impossible. Why do we think things are different now?
If you have baggage with someone, clear it up before they are down. There is no vigil you can sit in this life that will take the place of it. If your relationship with someone is baggage free, you can both go and do what you need to in life without worrying the relationship will be degraded. If it's too late for that, then there may never be a feeling of absolution regardless of the hours spent.
I think my parents were a lot more comfortable with the idea that life isn't always long and that death is part of it. It happens when it happens. They grew up on the farm where people and animals died. Medicine did not have the cure-alls it does now. Doctors weren't expected to work miracles. There wasn't equipment to keep a body's heart beating and lungs inflating indefinitely. If somebody was "senile" or had "hardening of the arteries" they weren't expected to last a long time.
Neither of my parents were at bedside when their own parents passed. They never said "I wish I'd been there".
With diseases like dementia that can take many years to unfold, that proposition is unrealistic. If you don't pace yourself, you will be burned out, out of money, behind on your bills, sick, depleted, lose your social connections, and have your family despise you anyway. Your own home and car will probably be in as bad shape as yourself. You can lose your marriage and your whole sense of self.
You have to create balance in your life. If you don't do it for yourself, nobody else will for you. You will be carried away by whatever thing comes with the most guilt, not necessarily the thing that needs you most.
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
Once it was such a gloomy day that was overcast & drizzling on & off. I called my mom to say we wouldn't be coming down because the weather was so icky. 10 minutes after I got off the phone the sun broke thru and it started to clear.
I took that as a sign to go. And I am so glad we did -- even brought the video camera with us that day, something I never did before. We had a fun, short visit. Grandma took a turn for the worse a few days later and was gone by the following weekend.
I am so thankful I listened to the sign given to me. And I am thankful for this thread, because I had forgotten all about it. Guess it is time for me to start listening again.