My parents live in a four story home. Actually they live in the chilly, dark dungeon of a basement in a four story home because my father cannot walk up stairs. There are stairs between the basement and garage and the bathroom shower has a curb. He has PD, extremely poor balance, and cannot walk unassisted. He refuses to use a walker, rollator or wheelchair. They have had doctors, therapists, social workers, friends and family tell them that the home is a death trap, but they will not move. My mother thinks he will get better and my father just goes along with it. My mother who has hoarding tendencies has filled the upper stories with piles of papers and doodads and junk she still buys by the carload. He has had many falls, bruises, cuts, broken ribs, and black eyes but acts like it was nothing and my mother refuses to acknowledge that he has fallen more than once or twice. Always she has some ridiculous excuse to explain it away. They should be in independent or assisted living, but insist they are too healthy. I tried taking them house hunting for a more suitable home, with a first-floor master bed, kitchen and garage, but after weeks of that realized they were just humoring me and have no intention of moving. I just have to wait for something so awful to happen that they are forced to move, like to the hospital and then to a nursing home. It is hard to accept there is nothing I can do. When I talk to relatives I feel like it is my fault that they will not move. How do I find peace with their decision to live this way? It is like my parents want the whole family to watch while they are tied to a train track with the train just around the corner, whistling.
They are generally competent though that's been trending down -- thank heavens for auto-pay on the bills! I have considered the ultimatum that I will no longer visit them at the house because it makes me depressed and anxious and I do not want the grandkids to remember them living that way. The idea does not sit well with me -- yet -- since it's a sort of emotional blackmail. A few more sleepless nights of worrying on my part and maybe I'll be ready to rethink my ethics.
I just don't understand their reluctance to move. They can afford to move to a nice home, above ground, and to live a vastly happier, more comfortable and more meaningful life than they are now. My father could get a motorized chair and go to the zoo with the grandkids. She could have a small home that is easier to clean and manage. That is not a typo. But they just go on living in the dark. They were both crying during a recent visit -- he is sad about his disease and she is sad because he is sad. Living the way they do does not help.
I've been watching this slow motion train wreck for years, waiting for the crisis/disaster that forces the issue. And I have been working barbs angle as well, trying to explain that it would be so much better if they made some choices now instead of the county doing god knows what.
No luck with that either. About 6 years ago I became the last surviving kid and was freaked out for about 4 years trying to get these guys to do anything that made sense.
I still worry. Something bad is going to happen but it's not my fault. And I don't lose much sleep anymore. Your parents and mine are in that no mans land of legal competency but practical incompetence. My Dad is refusing cataract surgery and will lose his sight. Nothing I can do.
Ya gotta grow a think skin and just ride it out. There is no easy solution for me, you and thousands of other worried caregivers. Good luck.
One time I told my Dad a therapeutic fib hoping to get his attention. I told him if something happens to either him or Mom, I could be arrested for not taking care of them. I thought that would be an eye opener. Nope. My Dad said "I will hire a good lawyer".... [sigh].
Where's my helmet !! [a helmet to wear while banging our heads against the wall]
Depending on how hoarded the house is, authorities might give them some ultimatums about cleaning it up, but that's a pretty serious way to go that could result in them being evicted if it's unfit to live in.
Do you do a lot for them? If so, you could consider stopping that help to force them to consider moving, but again, that's a hardball way to go.
With my mom, her impending catastrophe was her inability to manage her medications. She was already living in an independent living facility and was more and more forgetful. I had to wait until she wound up getting clots in her foot because she forgot her Coumadin (blood thinner) for 3 days. We wound up in the ER and then to a vascular surgeon. At that point (I was doing a LOT for her), I said that was it, that I was getting in help. She knew I'd had it and didn't fight me any more. she turned out to love the folks who came in to give her the meds 2X a day - go figure. But until she wound up in the ER, she was stubborn, stubborn, stubborn.
My heart goes out to you! I know of no magic words to get your folks to comply. Come here to vent - we get the frustration you're experiencing.
You can call APS and the local Area Agency on aging. They can assess and make recommendations, but they can't force help upon folks who don't want it.
If you're parents are competent, they get to make their own choices.
Something I'm told sometimes works is
" Mom, Dad, either you play ball with me to arrange care here at home or, if you wont, I'm going to have to walk away and report all this to the local authority. They may well come in and take guardianship of you, send you to a facility far away from here so, you can have strangers making decisions about your care, or you can have me. It's your choice ".
It's a tough choice to make. I'm sorry that you're dealing with this.