Anyone get so frustrated that they walked out and didn't speak to the person they are caring for?

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There before the grace of God go I comes to mind and humbles me so that I do not get arrogant in my seeming superior sound mind and able body. How dare I tout myself as superior due to their failing minds and bodies. All so I can elevate myself and how awful it has felt to experience this alone! I learned letting go of siblings as helping is a major asset to me in managing this. I have seen the power of positive thinking and the value of seeing the upside of down.

Am I without stress? NO! H*ll no. But I have developed tools for stress reduction starting with my mind and reframing this situation. Secondly, I exercise a LOT. Stretching. Meditation.

I have also identified and shaped a loosely knit plan of action for my own future as not knowing what is likely to happen in a time frame is very disorienting. This helps resolve many issues pertaining to reducing the sway of imbalance in such a situation. I cannot judge them or myself with what we have. We simply must DO and act with what we know while seeking better alternatives as we navigate this journey of life.

The good news is there is still time. Time to learn and find outlets for how to handle your feelings and care plan for your loved one. But it is easy to sink into sadness and quit on not only yourself, but them as well.

Remember - we are only dancing on this earth a short while. Take whatever steps you can when you can so that your own dance closes, it does so with grace when the time comes. God bless.

Caring2 ...THANK YOU from ME

Scaredtaker, all I can say is wow. That is an amazing and articulate response! Thank you!

It is clear you are struggling with a normal (albeit uncomfortable) response of your sound mind. The paradox is tough. A person with a sound mind trying to express love and help for a loved one. A loved one with an unsound mind due to old age (etc). There is a lot of cognitive dissonance in this dynamic due to logic V irrationality. And then walks in GUILT. Anger.

We miss our loved one functioning under previous auspices of a more logical mind and common appreciations of normal social interplay.Sadness at the anticipatory grief of watching our former guardians slipping away mentally is akin to watching life and death argue while we attend the show and our own strength frustrated by the cruelty of the negotiation for sensibility.

...and the role reversal we could not have conceived of until we experienced it as caretakers.

It slaps us in the face with our own mortality. In fact, I have found myself trying on my mom's "shoes" to try to understand what it must be like for her - wondering if this will happen to me. Nothing like watching it happen to a loved one much less ourselves. Sometimes I feel guilty for being so tall, strong, in shape in the presence of what my mom once was, but no longer is. Somewhat smaller version in real life, but always larger in the part that will always be her child.

I often feel anger and the sting of audacity taking care both elderly parents. Thankless for my seemingly endless beck and call of two tiny people who once answered mine. As though there is nothing else on my plate that day. No disappointments, no hardships, no commitments of my own life nor needs, wants desires. My own time is running out and I am now revising my direction and goals - to get it in before I trip the final line myself. Instead, I find a vacuum of two very unhappy, negative people that seem to have a bottomless well for unmet needs that I am expected to unceasingly meet. And the kid in me believes that if I anticipate all their needs and beyond, they will be thankful and approve of me finally. But that never comes. And ever time I pull back up into the driveway, my stomach drops and the sky seems to go cardboard grey as I walk back to the home I agreed to live in with them. The air seems heavy. I feel dread and tense shoulders as I reach for the door. Holding my breath, knowing I will not be greeted with a warm "Hi how was your day?" but a drop everything request to do more. Did I have to empty my full bladder or eat something for my low blood sugar? Don't expect understanding here. I know I will be challenged to answer paranoid questions regarding where some random item might be. As I face a relentless, insistent duo - I must have a defense. And it must never work. Ever. The only thing missing in this scenario is an unshaded 150 watt light bulb swinging above my head during the interrogation.

No sense in getting angry is there? The kid is always wrong even in her 50s! Despite their shrinking bodies, they are well versed in being a tag team that will not bend to rationality. Because they are the parents. Because they are always right. Even at my age, I must stay in the dysfunctional lane of subservience. And this extends to nearby siblings who refuse to help and often leave after one day visiting under the guise of assisting me. Their anger at my expression for needing help escalates if I emote anything but pure freakin bliss at living with two adult children who were never there for me emotionally as a child.

So as crappy as I have made this sound, I do it out of knowing who I am. It requires grace, intestinal fortitude and the right to do what others refuse to. Why? Because despite all this - my parents created my life. I have learned to love life through watching them seem to hate it. Because I do not want to repeat their mistakes with my children and because it means I have time to make my own life one of character.

I lived years very depressed and anxious. I have found that their life of negativity has always been there. As a caretaker I realized how deeply programmed I had been in being raised to see nothing but chaos. In caring for them, I saw this negativity take over their time left and it had been punishing me beyond my childhood.

The gift? The ability to set and model positive behavior and character. To practice compassion and wisdom I acquired over the years. Once in a while, I catch glimpses of the people I had long before old age took them from me. My ever capable mother's work ethic and drive still shows through at times when she is cleaning dishes. My dad will laugh on occasion in between rages and mood swings. It is worth it to have something many people will not have in giving back. Giving back to those who hurt me means I have put who they are and were into perspective. It taught me to live more fully every day.

When I feel horribly upset by the typical accumulated tresspasses, I remind myself it is not forever. This helps temper the frustration.

Logan179 Hugs... walking away from the situation is good. Space gives you time to clear your head. You need respite so don't at all feel guilty. I haven't read all the posts here because of time restraints. Do you have any siblings that can take over for a while? I have a dad who can be very negative if things don't go his way. I have walked out on him and also bluntly tell him when he has crossed the line. He knows but still pushes the limits but I stand my ground. My Mom is in worse shape health wise but is sweet so that makes up for all the negativity. I have siblings and only the one sibling that lives out of town is helpful really. She was in town for over a week and it was an eye opener - she knows I need to take care of myself too. Hopefully I will have more emotional support at least - a thank you every so often would be nice.

Cwillie, sorry about that. I have been reading for a few weeks before I joined. I've found it quite helpful! The judging part was more because know one has seen me post before so I wanted to make sure people know I would give more details. Maybe judge wasn't a good word! Thanks!

Logan - I don't know about you, but I can be told a million times "don't take it personally- it's the disease..." I knew that it was the disease in my head but that didn't stop me from taking it personally when my mom was really on a roll and playing dirty - no one knows how to push your buttons quite like your own mother, do they? It didn't help that my mom was no June Cleaver to start with - and mom was well aware that using my brother to get to me was always 100% effective. In the six years I looked after my mom - mom didn't live with me but I saw her a couple of times a week and I took care of every detail of the business of her life - I can say I only lost it three times - saying things I somewhat regret. Somewhat- not completely. I did eventually adopt the strategy that when I knew mom was gonna dig in and filet me - that I would stop what ever I was doing, grab my purse and say " I'm gonna take off now - I'll see you later in the week" and leave. Like a previous post said - I never - ever - got an apology. At best mom would mind her manners for a bit - but after a while as moms dementia progressed even that stopped. Cut yourself some slack - you're human doing a super human job.

You can't have spent much time reading on the forum if you think most people here would judge you harshly, even those of us who don't have a negative history with our care receiver lose it sometimes. Like 97yroldmom many times I've wished I had used the silent treatment rather than blowing up like vesuvius.

I only wish I had chosen silence in some scenarios that I painfully recall. It would have been an improvement. I have chosen silence with others at times ( husband, children) and I think it's a sort of time out that sometimes is needed. I hope you enjoyed ( or at least got rest during) the four days and that you choose to schedule another four days on a regular basis. Sorry someone didn't see your post yesterday.

Yes, i've done it. It's one of "my boundaries". I do it not as punishment; but to keep from truly saying something really hurtful that mom "might remember" but always makes me feel even more guilty later.

I'm not full time caregiver; however, my mom knows just how to push my buttons and is as ornery as all get out. She says many provoking hurtful/hateful things and when it just goes on an on; I will try to divert her by saying "lets go out for a walk, or drive, or snack, etc. -- if she just stays mean; I just reply "mom, I think its time for me to leave, you are hurting me and I don't have to sit here and take it"...then I say "I love you, but I'm leaving for awhile". She gets teary and doesn't ever say I'm sorry... but I just leave and let her think about it for awhile. I get a break as well and let things cool down. Then we start over again.

But, yes...silence and leaving is the best thing. Yes, elders have dementia and many reasons for feeling mean -- but that doesn't mean we have to continue to take an emotional beating -- especially when they can control themselves and be nice around other strangers or doctors/nurses, etc. Just know that the brunt of the worst always goes to the ones closest. This behavior you will see repeated throughout this site -- so know you are not alone.

Kimber, hard to not stay since she lives in my home....but of course I can leave as I do work. I don't take it out on her but I think we all have had our moments.

Sunnygirl, totally understand she is declining. And I try not to take it personally it is more about a general frustration....

Katiekate, I'm glad you were being paid (I hope it was well-paid)!

I should say...he didn't become unbearable until he was out of rehab from the stroke. I later learned that he had stopped taking the meds that controlled his mood. He was bi-polar...the family all knew it...I found out the hard way.

Yes..I was paid.

The deal was..I would take care of him while he recovered from total knee replacement. I started with getting trained at the rehab facility to be certified to walk with him while he was there. After discharge..I took him walking in the morning before going to work...and after work and weekends I was his caregiver....then he had a stroke.

I was with him for most of the next year...doing all the driving and physical therapy with him.

Katiekate, you write: "The man I was caring for was not family. My daughter-in-laws uncle. Should say, not my family." Why were you taking care of him? Were you paid?

When I took care of my dad for a few days each month so my step mom could get respite - he was angry and took it out on me - hoping I would get so angry I would refuse to come back and then she couldn't leave for respite. He would ramp up the TV volume at night, "drop" his lunch on the floor, etc. I spent a lot of time walking outside and taking deep breaths. The worst time it was 3am and I went outside in the woods/snow in the middle of winter and flung myself to the ground and screamed.

You don't have to stay there and take it. Don't blow up at your mom - but get away so you can get the anger out.

Now my dad is in the nursing home - still angry. When he starts in on my step mom, she gets up and leaves. she took it for 5 years, doesn't feel guilty leaving.

Logan, it can be hurtful to feel unappreciated, but, if you know you did the right thing by getting respite time, then that's what matters. You did the right thing not only for yourself, but your mom. If she's acting like you say, I might consider the reasons. Is she scared? Is she suffering from mental decline? Often, when that is the case, the person has odd thoughts and beliefs that cannot be changed. Their brain makes it impossible. So, instead of taking it personally, I'd try to see the big picture.

I might try to get more respite time. If you are doing it all for her, you need it. She may never seem to value you like your siblings, but, deep inside she knows. She knows the truth in her heart. Maybe, she can't process it, but, I'd try to find peace with that.

Also, for some reason, it seems like the adult kids who treat the parent the worst, are the ones who are favored the most. It's odd. I don't get it.

I did this years ago.

The man I was caring for was not family. My daughter-in-laws uncle. Should say, not my family.

He was the most caustic person I have ever known. And far too good at manipulation.

After several months, I snapped one day and told him I was not his slave. That he simple could not treat people the ways he does. That I was fast approaching the day when I would walk out on him. Finally it happened. He loudly berated me in public and struck me with his cane. That was the end. I left him right there. Go into my car without him. Never went back. Never accepted any phone calls from him. Refused to all my Daughter-in-law to discussed him with me. DONE

My only regret was allowing it to go on so long.

He died in a nursing home 2 years later. (Got a call from one of the kids)

I am already aware of his dementia, but there are different types of dementia a person can have and I hope they can tell me. I am also concerned that he could have a problem with his organs.. whether it is a disease a possible infection elsewhere or even cancer. I watched my Mom waste away from cancer and yes a few years back he had precancerous polyps and even though he did have them removed they can grow back.

I can relate! My mother is always taking things out on my while my siblings who do nothing get praised! They don't call or text to ask about her. I hope they find out what is wrong with your dad soon.

It happens all the time with me dealing with Dad. He has done nothing but complain to me and ask when he can leave the hospital especially yesterday. I keep asking him what was I suppose to do leave him on the floor at home and wait for him to die? He wants to come back home and since his mind is so bad he can't understand that I need to know what is wrong with him and I need help from somebody to help me to know what I need to do to take care of him. He doesn't understand that I am alone doing this. He always said I just want to get rid of him and send him away. They don't get it. there is just so much care that we can do as caregivers and some things are just beyond our control. I have a very stubborn one to care for and he has whined and complained for years even when he was in his right frame of mind. Yesterday I left the hospital and told him whether he remembers or not that I will see him tomorrow but I will not stand around while he continues to be angry at me.. his daughter.