Since beginning my caregiver journey, I have noticed that I’m not excited about things I love anymore. I have learned to set boundaries and put myself first but the damage has already been done. I’m in counseling but can’t afford to go weekly which would really benefit me. I’m just reaching out to see if anyone else is experiencing this?
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Yeah ... like 99.9% of us.
I appreciate you[r awareness] sharing your feelings and how you have and are currently handling them in proactive ways - counseling, reaching out.
I would say that it will support you to reframe your thoughts 'the damage has already been done' to a positive affirmation. What you think and say IS an affirmation (of sorts).
How can you reframe it? possibly affirm
"I'm (actively working on) changing to be the healthiest person I can be."
"I am hopeful. Where there is a desire to be whole and healthy, there is hope."
I used to write 10 affirmations a day (decades ago)
I recall one was 'I got out of bed today and took a shower."
ANY POSITIVE movement is a reinforcement to feel better and continue to move in a positve direction. What this did for me: It stopped the automatic negative self-talk ... I started looking at myself / my day / my thoughts in positive ways. This changed my overall 'mood' and gave me (more) energy to keep going in ways that supported me / my well-being.
I understand therapy is for the well heeled. It is unfortunately a luxury that most of us can't afford - perhaps those who need it most. In any case, see if your health insurance company will help with mental health counseling (mine did although the issue/need was grief counseling).
Widen (?) your circle of support:
Church / meditation groups
Go on-line (ch out Rick Hanson-Wed nights Zoom meditation) I am in that group every week.
Check out Meet Up groups
Join groups / clubs / associations (I took a birding / bird watching class last month).
I used to prefer group therapy vs individual. Plus it is cheaper. I did better with the group feedback.
Realize you are NOT stuck. You may feel like you are moving through molasses and taking 5 steps back from the 4 you took ... although you are moving forward even if you take 5 steps forward and 4 steps back. That is ONE MAJOR STEP FORWARD. Growth feels like that. If you do affirmations or give yourself a 'pep talk' (often), you will start to feel /see that you are moving forward. And, if you don't . . . stay in present time: "I feel xxx right now" without the judgment. And then go do something you want to do anyway - regardless of how you feel.
Believe me I know. I, too, am stellar aware of setting boundaries and I, too, was exhausted due to responsibilities (unavoidable, based on what I took on for a friend-companion). The key is to find a balance along with rest, relaxation, meditation, and moving / exercise. Get that energy out. Swim, do yoga, or like me (at 72), I still slow jog. Go dancing. Anything to shift.
Be gentle with yourself.
Take small steps.
Journal / write.
Go out in nature and see the beauty - the wildlife - the colors - even the dirt (well, for me ... I get excited over the colors in rocks and sand). When you shift your attention, the rest of you will follow.
Do keep us apprised of how you are doing.
You are not alone. And you are in very good company.
Warmly, Gena / Touch Matters
I am now doing crafts like cross stitch and even a game on my phone,(just like the kids) I have also taken on an order for a sewing project to possibly get me back in the sewing mode because I will sew since it is for someone else instead of me.
You don't have give up of stop those things you love to do, You may just have to modify or rethink.
I also practice some of the things said here. I focus on the future, I write, I still exercise. I also start each day saying “thank you for this day… just give me time and health, I can do anything.., the only way out is through.., and I end each night trying to do what I’ve heard a physician say - “what went right today”. I know it’s temporary. All that said, it doesn’t change the exhaustion, sadness, worry about myself and my husband, resentment toward sibs who are vacationing and unaffected (who NEVER try to relieve us), anxiety over money, the feeling of being imprisoned, and the days when I want to run away to save myself. I hear you and feel you. Hang in there. Do whatever you can to get out in a way that you feel whole and at peace with what you did for your loved one. You’ll be ok leaving if you can manage that. I’m still working on it. 😘
I didn't know what to do since this all happened three months after the shut down during the pandemic. Some days I wouldn't get dressed at all and took to looking at YouTube all day barely eating. My health got worse, and I started having heart problems from all the stress I was under. My only beacons of light were my daughter, grandson and cats.
I'm still struggling and have made some awful choices in jobs. I'm back in the caregiving bs and it is horrible. I've lost my confidence in ever finding a full time job again that I liked because I am considered old by today's standards. They even have a site called jobs for old people. The jobs barely pay minimum wage. It's a painful realization when you are tossed out of a job you enjoyed for years and then you are left with nothing. My apartment needs to be cleaned and I feel guilty on most days. I manage to keep things picked up and put away, vacuum occasionally, but I'm no longer bursting with energy. I feel so worthless at times like a toy that no one wants anymore.
We may be getting older but we are still young at heart!
When you visit New Orleans I would love to be your personal tour guide!
As a native of the area I know all of our local spots, not the touristy places.
We can go hear jazz at Snug Harbor on Frenchmen Street.
This is not my first stint as a caregiver. First time was in a major city that had a lot of support systems in place. Now in a rural region and there's hardly any support systems here. I now use Zoom dementia caregiver support groups-it's the best option I've been able to come up with. I know I'm burnt out. Not to the point of harm. But, I so understand the comments here about isolation, not wanting to do anything other than vegetate for awhile. Not motivated to enjoy my hobbies. Yes, I'm aware that that's part of depression-trying to find a competent therapist to help with that here is about as hard as it gets-and I've been in therapy before. So I muddle through another day, knowing how badly dementia ends, wondering how awful it will be here.
Both times as a caregiver I had a motivating carrot on a string. This time I think about traveling and the first place I would like to visit when this is over.
Blessings to all of you on this journey, and thank you for the words of encouragement and understanding...
This is the worst: the utter isolation of what once used to be one's social support. We NEED our friends (and even our less close social contacts) more than ever, but we increasingly micro-manage who to call when/what for not to run the risk to overburden and lose them, so we remain silent.
That ist the worst: the silence in which we sacrifice all that ever has been meaningful to us as an individual human being, and to comply with society rules that expects us caregivers to do exactly this: suffering in silence and not spoil the good mood people enjoy before IT might hits them as well. What a cruel hypocrisy! What a charade!
Sometimes I felt like a soldier, not being able to share my experiences with anyone apart from fellow veterans who also have been on the frontline of a war conveniently hidden from the public.
The thing is that if we caregivers do not speak up in public nothing will ever change in our youth-obsessed, living in denial of aging, frailty and death society.
Dear Pkayeb, your friends that you are afraid to call too often might be the next ones to find themselves in the hamster wheel of caregiving, desperately longing for an understanding soul to vent to.
Please do not isolate yourself, thinking you are a burden to them. You are managing a heroic task against all odds without any hope for victory but the clear outlook of certain defeat (death of your LOs), simply for the reason of love and compassion, so please be proud of yourself.
Hugs!
Going on 6 years giving care for my spouse, I see it as various forms of depression as reality slowly sets in.
I would tell you there are free state agencies to get help, but I'm not one to give advice since I never took it from others. One of these days..
Try googling: 'your state' sponsored depression counseling, and see what comes back. Cheers...
Life is so narrow I feel like the fence I walk on is falling apart. I hope for some relief soon.
Everyone hang in there, I wish and pray the best for all caregivers who need more help. It is always needed. We do get the feeling it is easier to leave us with the burden because we care so much. But we need people too.
Beverly
Caregiver
I’m going on 9+ years as a caregiver of my husband who was originally diagnosed with A.D., but was later diagnosed with Lewy Bodies Dementia, because he was kicked out of a clinical study for not having enough amyloid plaque, (long story).
Before his first diagnosis, I walked regularly, sang in a choir, rode a bike, quilted, gardened and loved all these
activities. Long story short he destroyed
my bike (after paying for a tuneup),
I found I no longer felt comfortable leaving him at night for choir practice, gardening with him has become mostly impossible because even though in his demented mind he is gardening guru, he has lost any memory of how to plant and care for a garden. (He’d never read what any given plant needed, I was the reader/facilitator), dementia hasn’t helped this.
The only thing that remains is quilting, and often I’m too tired to do this, or I’m too distracted monitoring his endless hours of crazy behavior.
So no, you’re not alone. I’m sure a therapist would say this is a form of depression. It’s so easy for therapists and well meaning family members to
say get out, take care of yourself. The nuts and bolts of actually being able to
do that is a lot tougher, especially in this post-Covid world where a lot caregiver relief programs have evaporated.
I have no easy answers. Best of luck to you.
When my Ex crashed and burned from an apparent mini-stroke, it all stopped. I had to quit my new job, lost my Council seat by 700 votes (after getting 6,000). I was overwhelmed with helping him clean up his hoarded condo, to get it sold. My house and garage are now filled with his junk, and he doesn't lift a finger around here. To get him into a VA home, I had to arrange and drive him to numerous doctor appts, make calls, fill out forms and cook and do dishes constantly.
I miss my musician friends and their concerts. I miss working on videos, doing photos and side jobs. I'm stuck inside my now cluttered home and hate it. Every time I tried to get away a few days, I never could.
I used to be so excited about being invited to so many events, dressing up and being basically a local celebrity. Now I'm old and tired. I'm never happy about much anymore. I pretend to be happy as the VA stalls and drags out housing a Vietnam Combat Veteran with no siblings or family left. I've been at this 2 years in December, and I get so depressed I can't even think.
I'm doing a Trust to make sure nobody ever gets stuck being a caregiver for me.
I hadn't realized how severely the stress of CG for his mom had affected him. He was (well, still is) very, very depressed.
But the night after the funeral, as we sat around with all of our kids and the men began planning a very epic golf weekend on some premier courses--he came to life! He CAN go for a week for a golfing trip with his favorite guys! Seeing and hearing him be enthusiastic about something was like music to my ears. I hope he spends a lot of money and eats too much and has the greatest time.
He's been so depressed for so long, I am not sure he will understand how great joy can feel. He was a dutiful son and brother and that is almost all over now. He is the executor for his mom's estate, but it's going to be fairly easy.
The last year, all he did was care for his mom, run to her house every time she fell (frequently!) and try to deal with her ever changing moods and demands. Yes, he did get some golfing in, but hanging over any and all activities were his mother's needs.
I have great hopes for him to be able to move on and find the funny, nice guy I married underneath all the FOG.
As you may have seen on another thread, a couple of weeks ago, but DH had a catastrophic internal bleed after minor surgery. In the aftermath, I realized that I was not doing as well as I thought I was.
I went to see my regular doc last week (he was also seeing DH) and he asked how my "nerves" were. I told him I felt like a violin string that had been tightened to the breaking point. I startle easily. I'm irritable.
After a week's reflection and two long talks with my therapist, I've decided to go back on my old AD medication, which has served me well in the past.
I would strongly urge you to consider medication as part of the "tool kit" to treat depression.
I'm going to talk to my doctor. I hate that I have lost the 'joy" in me. I want to have all the fun I can have before it is too late. I just feel and look awful.
It does stink when you don’t want to do or have no time to do what you enjoy .
I used to love to read . I still struggle . It’s like I have ADD now even though my caregiving right now is done until my MIL falls or somethlng , which is any day now . 🙄😬. I seem to go from one thing to another without finishing anything .