Mom is a borderline personality and dad is dysfunctional, trying desparately to just breath right so she doesn't act out. My parents that treat me as their whipping board. How do I handle this? It's very hurtful and frustrating. As the only care giver I don't even have power of attorney for their medical care. This goes to my long distance brother who barely even calls once a month. Mom's cognition is failing and she is getting harder to handle. Dad just tip toes around so she won't act out. Please, I need some advice on how to handle this situation.
both health and financial matters. That has been especially important recently. Recommend that siblings include all family in a POA in the event something unexpected happens to the primary. I have no siblings or children so it has been a challenge to learn how to navigate the red tape associated with Medicare, Medicaid and insurance bureaucracy. It has been very confusing locating the right facility for their current needs. It seems that every time I thought the right choice was made it needed up as a double set back. the biggest challenge I faced in this experience is lack of a counselor who is honest and experienced in matters of elder care. And every state is different.
My sibblngs and I are also dealing with 2 elders with longstanding personality disordes; my mom the controlling, manipulative SCREAMER (that´s how she gets her way), and my dad, the nasty paranoid demented father of only 1 of his 4 kids; he's the HATER (he hates me) who only truly loved my little sister who passed 9 months ago. So, besides their horrible personalities they are grieving/mourning my poor little sister, who is now Angellified & Sanctified, especially by the HATER. He is becoming very demented and asks 1 million questions about everything, doesn´t do what I tell him to do (has no respect for me whatsoever) and I am here to bring them both to live near my sister...my brother has had he HATER for 5 months & wants out! He´s been accused of stealing 50-100 thousand dollars from the HATER and I know it´s not true because the HATER also accuses me, my son & my 3 year old grandson of stealing things from him...yesterday he very descriptively accused me of "that day" when I was at his place and stole from him the size S denim jacket that my little sister supposedly gave him as a souvenir of herself...I´m a size L, but he insisted so much, and described the moment in such detail that I even wondered if I had taken it to give to my daughter as a souvenir (my daughter & sister really loved each other)...after checking with my daughter & other sister I was reassured that none of us ever saw that jacket!
They are both becoming increasingly fussy eaters and like nothing, the SCREAMER, who is still quite functional, has all these bright menu ideas, but always expecting others to do all the preparations and they both end up not liking IT...When we return home I fully intend to try and get some mild antidepressant and secrety administer it to both to see if there´s a change...I´ll take some too....they don´st want to take any meds/help & just expect us to put up with ALL their crap!
Time to stop; we are not alone, but patience is a scarce virtue these days! Hugs to all
My sister, 15 years younger, grew up in a fairly different household. By the time she was a teenager I was 30 and had three kids of my own. My father retired at 50 and was, with my mother country-clubbing it a lot. No time for my sister, who was crowned "Class Wildest" in 1988 - no small feat for a girl in a class of 700! She was left to her own devices and it wasn't good. Years later, my mother cites my sister's 'hyperthyroidism' for her behavior. Well, thyroid disease runs in our family; I have it too. Sorry, Mom, this doesn't explain it. But could she ever, or he, hold themselves personally accountable for any bad outcome? All is well that ends well, I guess. So they think. My sister, now married for a long time (to a chronic cheater and with two very wild kids who are teenagers of her own) has a masters degree in nursing and is, really, a sweet person. She learned the candy coating technique too; called me - she lives close to them and I moved away years ago - telling me how much my mother misses me and cries all the time. I know what she misses - drama and a convenient punching bag. When a vacuum is created there is no air in the room. I have been out of her life for two years. She is out of new, bad things to say about me and needs more narcissistic supply. I felt nothing and almost laughed. Crying? Give me a break. Again, I am not angry but I am resolved and adamant. My sister asked me what she wants me to do if 'anything happens to them'. I told her let me know what the arrangements are and also, If I need to chip in on anything or if my siblings need my help. My parents have enough money to be safe, well cared for and well fed. If your situation is anything like this, run, don't walk, toward your own happy, well adjusted life. You only get one.
I try to find comfort in humor but she still makes me raging mad. I hold it in until I am back in my own space and try to let it out in various ways: cussing to myself, talking to myself, calming myself with music, going for a walk, calling a friend who care about me. Got to share yesterday's things.
Since I have been caring for her too many days a week with no pay I know must find a job. I want to work in a low stress and fun kind of grocery store. I wanted to go food shopping there, drop off my resume, and take Mom there to enjoy it.
She knows I am applying for work there. So we buy some great coffee and sit down and I am trying to make eye contact and smile at the people who work there. Mom is oblivious and is enjoying a donut.
"Here have one, I bought two so you can have one."
I said, "Sorry. I have given up eating wheat, remember."
"Oh, you can have some."
"No I don't want any, thanks. It looks delicious. You enjoy it."
hmmph! picture drama qeen reactions.
She looks around at the various people. Two are overweight, one is in her 50s or 60s. 'Well," she says with her air of the delusional entitled in a voice I am sure they can hear because they are only two feet away, "look at the people here. They don't look like much. Ordinary, nothing special. I am sure YOU can work here!"