How should I react to my mother’s worrying about everything?
It seems like it can be a hobby at times for mom to worry, sort of like a past time. Is it boredom? Is it the are looking for validation from others? What the hell is is about?
It’s so annoying! I suppose because I am the opposite. I am pretty much the type to put off going to the doctor for myself because I don’t like it. Smart? Nope, not smart but I go so much with mom that I hate it! Then, I end up in the hospital.
Anyway, home health just left. I swear I think she gets annoyed if they tell her she is improving. She loves to have something to talk about, worry about and it drives me crazy sometimes.
She has a simple cyst on her hip. She wants to know if it’s cancer, yada, yada, yada...
Then the nurse said, “No, it’s a common cyst. Just have your primary care doc look at it and they may recommend a dermatologist.” She responds, “What if insurance won’t pay?” I am so sick of her always expecting the worst. It’s exhausting.
I wish I could say it was ‘an old person’ thing but my parents have always been that way. I had to deprogram myself not to be like them. What causes this type of anxiety for people to deal with being anxious all of their lives?
Do any of you have parents that just love to be worrying about something? If I say to her, “Mom, go ahead worry yourself sick but I am not joining you or worrying isn’t good for my blood pressure.” It doesn’t matter what I say to her. She just won’t stop. Yes, I ignore what I can but it’s still aggravating.
Not only that, I have to be present at doctor’s appointments, home health visits because if not she will exaggerate things and I have to call her out on it. Plus even with hearing aid she says she can’t hear everything.
I am going to my caregiver support meeting this evening. Hahaha, at least I will get to hear about other people’s parents too! I am not alone in this crap. Sorry for the rant.
When I was a child, she'd lock my window even in the summer (without air conditioning) because otherwise a murderer would come in thru the screen and kill me. Why couldn't he come in thru the window if he wanted to kill me so badly, I wonder, or break down the front door?
Dad used to excuse all her hideous behavior by saying, "Your mother is nervous." Nervous about WHAT, I'd ask? Oh yeah, boogie men and axe murderers, I forgot.
After her visit to see me on my wedding day 10 years ago and on her way to the airport (thank you Jesus), all she could say over and over again was, "Make sure you lock the front door tonight and the sliders downstairs....you are very lax about that which is DANGEROUS." She couldn't say she had a wonderful time or the wedding was beautiful, nope, there were too many important things to worry about, no time for niceties! Remember murderers and boogie men and things that go bump in the night!!!!
Nowadays with dementia, all she worries about is money. She's never paid a bill in her life, never written a check, never had a budget, nothing, thanks to Dad keeping her in a childlike state. I am in charge of all her finances, and everything else, too, yet she's ranting to everyone about how she needs someone to give her an old wheelchair from someone who died because she can't afford a new one. Nope. We sure can't mom. $6400 per MONTH for your memory care rent but we can't afford a $200 wheelchair. Or xrays from the fat dentist who has Some Nerve.
Your mother worrying about insurance not paying for a doctor visit.......the doctor visits they've BEEN paying for over the past 23 years you've had Medicare, you mean? Sigh.
It's what they DO. It's what they've done their whole lives and what they'll continue to do until the day they die. With my mother, it's a cup of undiagnosed mental illness mixed with a half cup of narcissistic personality disorder combined with a quarter cup of anxiety/panic disorder which is a recipe for disaster!
I try, usually unsuccessfully, to let all the BS go in one ear and out the other. Or when that doesn't work, try earplugs!
You know, I picked up on that when I was younger. It’s contagious. I worked really hard to deprogram myself and did. When mom moved in with me, the crap started in my home and threw me for a loop!
It’s amazing to me how many people suffer with anxiety. I’m not saying anxieties aren’t warranted for real circumstances. They are. Like when my kid totaled my car as a teenager and I saw her covered in blood. Or my asthma attacks, lots of real issues but not foolishness. That I can’t handle. Just bugs me.
I will try these suggestions though instead of getting annoyed and blowing a rod! Hahaha, because clearly that is not helping at all. Wish me luck, say a prayer, send good thoughts my way, please...
Yes! That is how it goes. I need an answer to this before I go batty. I don’t want to be a grouch! I just want to be at peace and I find myself getting irritable.
Think of a neutral canned response you can give every time she says one of her ridiculously worrisome things. Or have a few so you don't bore yourself half to death.
Hmm, I don't know mom. Hard to know what's going to happen.
Hmm, I don't know mom. Could be?? Might happen.
Then drop the subject. Try to change the subject.
Walk away when you need to. Use the bathroom. Look for something in your car.
Believe me, some things my mom says are total triggers for me too. I should take my own advice!!!
Have your mother seen by a geriatric psychiatrist.
For my mom, being overly anxious was a symptom of cognitive decline. Her regular MD was throwing benzos at her, which wasn't helping.
Her geriatric doc sent her to a geripsych who sent her for a cognitive evaluation . She was placed on better meds (an antidepressant and a regularly scheduled, very low dose of a benzo to "get ahead" of the anxiety.
The difference was quite startling. Her dread and fear, which had been paralyzing, were gone.
The three weeks she was in the rehab facility was a nice break! Hate to say that but it was. I know it was tough on her. They worked her hard but I got a break from her chronic worry.
I think her generation is afraid of the meds. My dad had really bad anxiety and he refused meds. Believe me, he could have used them at times.
She watches Young and the Restless! Hahaha. That’s about it! She will be 94 in November. I wish she would go to the senior center for lunch. Her only outings are her doctor’s appointments.
I feel so isolated. I just got back home from my caregiver support group in my area. I dog sat my daughter’s poodle for her today so she stayed with my mom for me to go to my group.
My daughter isn’t around much. Drove in today but she’s away at her apartment while attending college.
Light crowd in the summertime at the caregiver group. Was only two other women and the social worker who leads the group. The other women tonight were a lot older than me who were taking care of their husbands. I was the only one caring for a parent.
The topic was mainly about ALZ. Their husbands have ALZ. It was interesting. I couldn’t relate to it. Mom doesn’t have ALZ.
Another topic was guilt. They felt guilt over needing a break. One husband and wife live together in AL. The other wife felt guilty because she is living in AL and her husband now has to be in a NH. The group meets in the ALF where they live.
When I said about my mom worrying one of the women said that mom couldn’t help it. Well, maybe not but it’s hard for me to live with. I get sick of reassuring her constantly. It’s exhausting!
When I say to her that I am not going to excessively worry I think she feels like I don’t care. I do care deeply for her but I just don’t see any advantages to chronic worry.
I don’t care where! I would be happy just to sit under an oak tree in the park. That actually sounds lovely, with a book that I could read more than one paragraph at the time!
The social worker at the caregiver group said she most likely wouldn’t show excessive worry with others as much as me. Even if she did, I guess they would know how to handle it. Do they?
The other day I decided not to come by for lunch on our regular day. He threw a fit.
He's also a self-described "worry wart".
It's not abuse in the sense that they aren't intentionally trying to hurt us, I don't think, it's just that for whatever reason, they feel like they should be able to just drop all their bleep on top of us.
It's also, not exactly, respect, either.
I guess I don't really know what it is. It's probably different in each case.
I would encourage you to draw a line and take some time away. Caregiving did a helluva number on me and I had it pretty easy, relatively speaking to some here. Yet, I find myself struggling to cope, at times, with my father who is still, more or less, independent.
It's just not an easy job and it can wreck you if you aren't careful.
On rereading, I'm a man of one sentence paragraph's today", but I saw a later post you made about meds and decided to fix that.
Same thing with my fathe.. He won't consider meds for his mental health, even if it would wipe the anxiety away. And at the doctor's office, I'm sure, magically, if I were to go with him, the world would be rainbows and sunny skies.
Such is the nature of anxiety.
Thanks for pointing this out to me. I needed to hear it.
For my mom, if the doctor told her to take meds, and why, she did it. I called her geriatrics doc and the geripsych all the time to talk about mom's issues.
Second, when mom talks about her worries, try saying "that may well happen", " I suppose that's possible", or "yes, I can see that that might be a cause for concern".
Validate her perception. It's the feeling of "no one else is worrying about this, I'd better" that drives some folks' anxiety.
Okay, I see what you’re saying. I do end up annoying myself by getting agitated by her worrying.
I could try that with the doctor. Her doctor has offered meds to her. But I haven’t tried the email. I have only mentioned her anxiety at the office with her present. She politely refuses, then I silently cringe. I hate to see her getting so worked up. It’s not that I don’t have empathy or compassion. I guess I feel like enough is enough and I admit I let it get to me.
Your advice makes sense though, because I can see now that I could possibly be feeding into her actions by reacting the way I have, which clearly isn’t working all that well. I get annoyed, then she gets annoyed at me for being annoyed, she’s thinking that I don’t care. I will try as you suggest.
She even tries to tell me what I should worry about with my life, my daughters, or whatever else she can think of. I don’t bite and tell her no I am not going to worry about everything like that, her response is that I should be worried. Geeeez!
She worries about crazy stuff. If Bernie, my daughter’s poodle starts crying when she leaves him. He cries for two minutes then sits in my lap and is fine. She says that my daughter shouldn’t leave the dog!
That’s nuts. I tell her, “Mom, do you think Bernie goes to class with her? Mom, didn’t you leave Henry, our dog? You didn’t stay with Henry all the time!” Those are the comments that drive me crazy.
Then she told me that Bernie is old like her. Hahaha, they are both seniors!
I have a mother who is climbing the walls with worries and a MIL that actually just makes up stuff to worry about. She has worried incessantly about a mouse getting in her house--to the point she asked me to get a 25 lb BAG of D-CON and sprinkle it around the perimeter of her yard to 'frighten the mice away'. I got such a good laugh out of that. I would have been kinder, but she knew we got mice on the reg since we lived in a 'pasture' for years before the area was developed and the kids were always leaving the doors open and so mice got in. It was a 1 out of 10 on the worry scale, but she is petrified of mice.
Mother worries about things that cannot happen, are not going to happen and if they DO, we'll deal with it.
I think it is the 'us vs them' mentality I see in so many 75+ people, Not all, of course, but the anxiety about a world they don't 'get'.
Mother medicated for anxiety for 50 years. MIL says she doesn't take anything, but I know for fact she does. Doesn't seem to help.
In the end she would elect to take a half or a whole tablet depending on how much she dreaded whatever was coming up. Family party was a whole pill. She knew she made us nervous so she tried to cooperate by taking the tablet.
once she was in rehab and thought my sister shouldn’t come see her. “Too far,” she said.
I said “well you made it mom. I think she can.”
”well, I’m stronger than she is” she would say. She probably was.
See if she will take CBD oil. It helps with anxiety. You take it too. My cousin gives it to her mom with Parkinson’s. It really helps her.