I've been living with my mother for almost 7 years now. She turns 90 in November. She is still able to do many things, but spends her days in her pajamas in front of the TV. She will get up to get herself something to eat, then throw her trash on the tables and floor for the slave daughter to pick up. If I say something to her, she'll say I can pick it up, because what else do I have to do, anyway. She leaves cabinets and drawers open. She throws clothes and towels on the floor. She will help clean the house some if my brothers come to visit.
Okay... I know there are people who are saying that she is 90 and out of energy. But truth is she has always been lazy. I mean lazy lazy. Her laziness has been the biggest problem in caring for her, because it makes me feel angry and contemptuous. If she couldn't do more, it would be one thing. I try the "Use it or lose it" idea, but the words have no impact. She just wants to sit and watch TV and eat. Drives me absolutely crazy. Sometimes I want to kick her butt and tell her to get up and start living. She is nowhere near death, so this could go on for years.
This has been a hectic morning. The modem/router went bad on my system, so I had to drop by AT&T to get another. I tried setting it up, but they had cancelled my password since I never use it. So I had to deal with them on the phone to get it set up. While doing this, the telemarketers were calling my mother, who wasn't answering the phone. That drove me crazy. Finally things were fixed and I got orders ready to send. I walked to the post office for a bit of exercise and stress relief. My nerves were frayed. When I got back, Mom wanted me to find a pill she dropped. She wanted to go to the doctor because she was dizzy (chronic condition), and she wanted to turn the heat on because she was freezing (80 degrees outside). I didn't do any of these things because they didn't need to be done and I had already handled all the frustration I could. Right now I am trying to chill and get caught up on my work before we go shopping and out to eat.
These golden years are really only brass. :-) Hope I live long enough to look back on things with a smile.
Mojorox, you are so right about how we need to feel good about ourselves. I think this is particularly hard for women when they get older and retire. We become invisible to most of the world, it seems. And then to be treated poorly by family makes it worse. I find nothing more inspiring than finding other women my age and mindset. Like today I went to exercise and found other women who shared my politics. We had a great time talking. There are a lot of people out there looking to share time with others. It makes you realize you're not so alone after all.
Call this part 2
"The old country" as she calls it and she has always had.a completely different mentality about other people and relationships. Children were to be seen and not heard. We really didnt have any value because we were kids and were not able to contribute in some way. My mom laughed at the idea of respecting children as they could not possibly have earned any yet. As for herself, she expected respect and obedience immediatly due to her age alone regardless of her behavior, which was nasty. No, please or thank you, never a job well done, nothing was ever good enough for her. She would insult you, your friends, or anybody that came thru the door and then play it off as a joke. Ha!
Heaven help you if you were overweight, nasty, nasty, nasty...you get the idea....
When i first came here to live, i was also doing most family gatherings as well, 5 a year. Family would help some but they truly had no idea how much work juggling mom and that plus so much more was. People were always leaving things for me to do as i lived here and it was easier. For who? It kept piling on and piling on my ahoulders until i started to feel bad about myself. Imagine that.
Then there came a day when it was said out loud....to stop complaining, that i was not married, had no kids, so i didnt have anything else to do anyway and certainly no excuses. To stop making everything about me.
Whoa! That stopped me in my tracks.
After my good hard cry, I could think of only one thing.and this is what i really want you to hear....
I HAVE VALUE.
Say it to yourself, out loud, as many times in a day as you need. Believe it.
Dont accept people devaluing you and what you do. Not even your mom. Its not selfish to ask to be treated with kindness and respect. Kindnesses turn into expectations and then into demands. Learn to say no and mean it. Pick your battles, for sure, but start somewhere.
You have value Jesse.
Any time mom speaks unkindly or rude to me. I drop whatever im doing, say dont talk to me like that and walk away. Done for the day/night.
I wouldnt do favors unless she asked with please instead of demanding with scorn. I would ask her to leave my suite if she wasnt respecting my boundaries..etc.
Once, she was so angry, she told me i wasnt a nice person and continued to tell everyone the same thing. Cutting me down because she didnt get her way. I wrote her a letter listing all the tjings i was responsible for in just one week. I suggested that since i was so bad she probably would want to hire someone competant to handle things instead. And that list was looong.
3 days went by not speaking to me, then 5......
It wasnt overnight but she now treats me with appreciation and respect. We get along great and we are both happier. She values me. But you have to value yourself first.
The other things, like cleanliness etc are slowly falling into place too.
Ive told my siblings that i am no longer able to host all the dinners and gatherings so someone needs to step up to the plate or we will go without. If someone tries to pawn off a chore or job on me i tell them my plate is full, they need to find another option.
Took a bit but its all working out, albeit slowly.
Dont allow your mom to belittle your worth saying you have nothing better to do because you do. Living yout life.
When your tired and worn out and dont know what to do next remember..You have value and what you do is amazing. Believe it.
Take care (of yourself too)
My mother got a bit more industrious yesterday and shredded some things and did laundry. Yea! These little things make me feel better. Tomorrow she asked me if I would take her shopping and out to eat. I told her that anytime she wanted to do anything, all she had to do was get up and get dressed. We'll see how tomorrow goes.
To me one of the things that would make caregiving easier would be respect. Many caregivers aren't treated well and end up feeling used and angry about it.
My mom is from Germany, growing up ""
Can you imagine what your own parent would have done if you told them to clean something, then told them "What else do you have to do?" I imagine that a lot of us would have gotten the belt. Old folks can get by with a lot more than kids. :)
If you made real plans - somewhere to live and a job for yourself, and contacts with caregiving agencies for your mother *should she choose to avail herself of them* - and said to your mother a kind version of "that's it, I'm gone" how do you think she would react when it came to it?
The only sane solution would be for her to go to a facility. She can't stay alone and there is no one but me. A girl from the church just called her to see if she wanted her to come by. My mother said no, that she had a cold -- a lie. She pushes everyone away. She said she prefers to watch the TV to having anyone around. I couldn't disconnect her TV. She isn't a child and I'm not the boss of what she does. I only can control what I do.
We get stuck in this place. They can act like a child wanting someone to take care of them, but they aren't children. We can't ground them and take away TV privileges like they were teens. I don't know what we can do, because there is no right answer as long as they are legally competent to say no and family won't get involved in any way.
Mojorox, the sister would be the straw that broke this camel's back. Grr! I'm not a clean freak, but I like things reasonable. And I hate being treated like a slave and have disrespect heaped on top of it.
Grandma, I had to chuckle at your message. Normally nothing you said would be too wrong, but I wasn't even born 65 years ago. As soon as I was old enough to clean house, my mother put me to work doing things. Every Monday was cleaning day. I hated the sound on the washing machine on Mondays in summer, because I knew how my mother was going to be in mood most foul. She would give my brothers and me tasks. They were to clean their room. I was to clean my room, dust all the furniture in the house, and run the dust mop over the hardwood floors. I learned quickly that women were built for servitude. My mother did get our cereal ready for breakfast and cooked us dinner, but that was about it. As a child of emotionally neglectful parents, I don't feel like I owe much. But here I am.
Do you sound like your mom did 65 years ago when she was telling you to pick up your room, close the cabinet door, get dressed and go out and do something? And did you always pick up your room, shut the cabinet door or get dressed and go out with friends? It is sort of like a look back into your lives but with the roles reversed. This is just a headslap that some of these things you can't stress about to much because they are not a matter of safety or a matter of life or death..Wait until there is something real important to focus on
Now to your question....
Can you get someone in once a week or twice a month to do a good cleaning? You can do day to day stuff but knowing that someone will come in and do the real nitty gritty cleaning you put up with a bit more.
Can you get someone in 1 time a week to take your Mom out on a "date". Go to lunch, go to a show, go to a park or conservatory. Take her to church, bingo, the library or to the mall. If your Mom has something to get up and do she will be more likely to get up and go.
Sitting in your PJ's watching TV and not wanting to do anything could be a sign of depression. Has she been evaluated? If not and this is early just getting her out might be of great help. My guess is by the time I reach 90 most of my friends will be gone and unless someone encourages me to get up and out I would be right where you Mom is but without a daughter to pick up after me.
Unfortunately, in her younger years, she was also a hoarder. Even though she worked as a cleaning woman, with an excellent reputation, home was the typical boxes and boxes and boxes of junk. Growing up this way, I now am OCD about organization and cleanliness.
Mom thinks as a senior she should not have to do things. Added with forgetfullness, things get disgusting pretty fast. Dirty dishes everywhere. Clothes, newspapers, and whatever else all over the floor, I could go on.
On top of it all, I'm still trying to remove excess crap from over the years which mom does not want to let go of. You cant clean properly atound all the stuff......sigh
My saving grace is that i live in a suite downstairs. My space with my rules. I dont know if i could live with mom in the same space without having to call the men in the white coats. You have exceptional patience and courage to reach 7 years.
The idea that you dont have anything better to do is bothersome. That needs to stop immediately. How? I wish i had the answer for you.
I repeat as need "I am your daughter, not your slave. I am here to help, not to serve. I am here because I want to be, not because i have to be"
I then walk away. Ive learned to pick my battles but hold firm to my guns.
I also choose 1 small area at a time and set rules on how it needs to be kept. Right now its the kitchen table and one cupboard area where no junk may live. So far, so good. My issue has become an older sister who is staying temporarily upstairs and is just as messy as mom so i now have 2 people messing and not cleaning.
Normally i manage 2 households and keep both running firly ok. Right now, my foot is down with sis and i no longer go upstairs letting it fall with her. I work fulltime, she does not. I will not clean up after her and needs to do her part with mom. But thats another post entirely.....
I wish you luck and peace of mind.
Hang in there.
This whole relationship strikes me as veering into a toxic zone; toxic for our friend, at least. Caregiving is tough even when the person you're caring for is loving and grateful. When they are dismissive and rude, it becomes, imho, unbearable and unhealthy for all concerned.
Of course, if a change is going to happen, only the OP can initiate it.
I confess: I, like your mother, am an idle little piglet in many ways; and yet I fall between Daughter 1 who is a non-stop neat freak and Daughter 2 who... well even I used to blanch at the state of her bedroom sometimes.
Quentin Crisp said of housekeeping "after three years, the dust doesn't get any worse." This, to me, is going too far. But I'm perfectly capable of leaving a cupboard door open and going 'tut' at it at least three times before I get round to shutting it.
So I sort of feel her resistance; and so, then, where *could* your mother live where her less than sparkly standards would trouble nobody but herself? Is there any option like that?
The worst is the television remote though. I've sat down with her many times and explained how it's the same remote she's had for five or six years, we go through the buttons, she does just fine. Then after five minutes she'll turn the volume up all the way, somehow end up on a channel that's just snow and start yelling for help or even worse, drop the remote where she can't reach it. Now I have to keep it out of reach and just leave the TV on the "oldies" channel with Matlock, Andy Griffith and Gunsmoke reruns unless I find a movie she likes or something.
I used to dream about having a little house by a stream out in the country. Now I just dream about going to sleep in my own bed inside my reasonably tidy place, knowing I can wake up and have coffee with my friends if I want.