We moved my FIL to AL in November. My MIL passed away January 2018 and it was after that we realized things were...”off.” We were living with them throughout my MIL’s illness, but she was the focus at the time. We continued to stay there after her death and in April 2018 he was diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia and vascular dementia. We were it, all other sibs live out of state. After finally getting the oldest’s attention (he’s POA in the estate paperwork), the decision was made to move him. The dilemma now is that he compartmentalizes everyone- everyone has a job. Unfortunately I drew the short straw and he sees me as the problem solver. So as soon as I get there he unloads a ton of problems, most aren’t real problems; they’re his perception of things and his perception is terribly skewed. So now I’m constantly barraged with the things he can’t find or that the center doesn’t feed him when the weather is bad or they’re shorting him on his “pay” (they earn bucks for participating in activities). When he can’t find things, he accuses people of stealing when he actually hid the items but doesn’t remember doing it, much less where.
It’s wearing me out. I’ve gotten to the point that I don’t want to visit anymore. I know what I said above doesn’t seem like much but that’s the tip of the iceberg. And if the answer I give isn’t to his liking he starts raising his voice at me. I try very hard not to argue with him and divert, but it doesn’t always work.
I've been 2 1/2 years in fight or flight between him and her and I’m exhausted. I don’t care to be around anyone, most days I just want to be left alone (impossible because I’m a teacher). My husband and I are at each other’s throats because I’m so stressed with it all. He’s not home much because he drives a truck.
What can I do to move past this? I’m in such a slump. My husband and I just went on a cruise at the beginning of March- and it was amazing. But the day before we left FIL fell and had to be brought to the ER, then 2 days after we returned he fell and it was another ER trip along with getting orders from his doctor, meeting with staff, etc. So the relaxation from the trip didn’t last long. And in order for us to go anywhere, we have to coordinate with our-of-state family to come to town in case something happens. And when they come in to “help” it’s 6,000 texts and phone calls about what to do, so it’s not really a break. The cruise was great because there was no phone service, but I can’t live on a cruise ship.
Thanks for all all the lovely advice everyone gives!
The oldest lives about 600 miles away and his wife has inoperable brain tumors, so his ability to be here limited. The next one lives about 70 miles away, but travels A LOT, and apparently is not willing to give up the lifestyle. Under him is one that lived about 5 miles from them and did NOTHING, ever. We lived 30 miles from them and before we moved in, I drove there every night and cooked dinner, drove home, went to work the next day and started the cycle over. The next child is about 500 miles north and the last one, the daughter, is about 1200 miles north.
Naturally everyone was shocked when I told them their mother was dying, but I was going to the doctor visits with her. The oldest even came to town to go to the doctor with us once to “fact check” me and once he realized I wasn’t exaggerating I was left to continue care.
And I realize there are people in this world with way more on their plate than me. I’m glad I had the opportunity to care for them both, but I spent my entire summer last year tied to the house because he couldn’t be left alone. Spring break was spent on the hospital with him last year because he passed out (double took BP meds and brain scans revealed the dementia which explained A LOT). We bought a new car in January 2017 so his mom could get in and out easily- it has 52,000 miles on it now. It was less than a year old when she came home on hospice and he backed into it and through the garage and into her car that was parked in the garage. After he moved to AL, DH insisted we bring him home for Christmas for a few days. Worst. Mistake. Ever. Everyone left including DH who had to work and FIL had the meltdown of the century.
I feel like at this point it’s all take and when he starts in on me it just sucks the life out of me, leaves me in a bad mood for days because I’m trying to solve problems that are moving targets. Constantly extinguishing fires.
I told old my husband I was backing off. I can’t anymore. I was going 2-3 times/week. But I don’t think it matters if I go at this point.
As I was cleaning out the fridge and putting things down the disposal (specifically boneless pork chops I didn’t get a chance to cook and smelled really bad), the pipe from the disposal to the J trap broke loose. Hubby was about 3 hours away. The cabinet filled with sludge before it ran out on the floor, under the cabinet and dishwasher. Most putrid vile smell ever. I had no choice but to set about cleaning it up. After I got as much cleaned up as possible, I took to trying to repair the pipe knowing how much DH hates plumbing work. I usually end up taking over anyway. He can fix everything else. I called him as soon as it happened, and then went about cleaning and reattaching. 3 hours later I check the app to see where he is, expecting him any minute. Nope. He was at the same truck stop he was at when I called. I. Was. Livid. I get it, I’ve not exactly been pleasant to deal with, this house is a lot of stress because we are playing catch-up on 2 1/2 years of neglect in addition to a gutted kitchen. The only cabinet still in the kitchen is the sink cabinet.
So so we have words and he heads home. When he gets home he asks about going to eat, I told him I didn’t see the point. He insisted, so I showered and we left. And the sh*t hit the fan. I ended up turning the car around and going back home. He has ALWAYS taken care of me in the sense that, if something is wrong, he tries to make it better. This time he didn’t. On top of everything else. I felt extraordinarily betrayed, that he sat there rather than come home, again, VERY uncharacteristic of him.
I told him him I was empty. I’ve nothing left to give anymore. His daughter (whom we raised) was crying to me last weekend because we don’t have a relationship with her son- basically we don’t run after them as she perceives we should. I’ve got his dad, my job (which the day before a student threw a book across the room because he was angry), I’m rehabbing a shoulder injury (injures by a student a few years ago), his siblings, this house, his dad’s house, etc., etc. Emotionally I’m done. I had no summer the last 2 summers and all my other breaks are taken up with his mom and/or dad (except the one I’m on now because I vowed to make it a no grandpa break). Every waking moment is taken by something.
So after much tension, arguing, discussion, etc. he has agreed to give me some space and respect when I say I’ve had enough. I’m limiting visits, and will be from now on. FIL will have what he needs and in and emergency I’ll be there. But for now I need a break from it. I have no friends left except co-workers because either they’ve found other things to do because I’m not around or they’re grandpa-fatigued.
A co-worker said she read that when you’re fight or flight for so long you don’t just come down. It takes time. I’m going to end up sick or dead if I don’t change something (by dead I mean run ragged or a heart attack- I’m not considering self-inflicted harm). So today I sewed. All day. I ate out, I went to the store. And had ice cream. Operation Restoration in progress...
A cruise sounds wonderful. Dh and I used to do that long ago. Maybe again one day. BIG SIGH
I think you are toast. You are going to have to call it quits on FIL visits. You’ve let it go too long. It will take awhile to recover.
Falls are one thing but the busy work has to stop. Tell the POA he’s going to have to hire a helper. Someone to come in say a couple of hours a week to help him chase his rabbits.
If he’s a caller, he can call some of the out of state people or they can call him.
He doesn’t get to assign chores. You get to choose what you do. Decide if you want to visit once a week or once a month or not at all.
How often are you going?
Set strong limits on yourself.
Visit a therapist. You sound depressed but so worn out that it’s hard to know.
You count to.
If the other family complains it may be time for them to find an ALF near them. He may need to relocate to where there are family members to take care of him if he needs more than he can get where he is.
You’ve done your part.
Hugs
You can't reason with him. He is entering his own little world.
Working full time I don't know how you visit every day. I would cut down on my visits. Like 2 or 3x a week. And if u don't want to go, don't. Let the staff handle him, he pays big bucks to live there. Nothing you can do about his problems. Just say you will talk to someone. Eventually, he will enter another stage. Maybe tell him you will tell his son and see what he can do. When DH is home, let him do the visiting alone. Give yourself a break.
After a couple led falls we installed a camera and we discovered he was up at all hours; his days and nights mixed up. He would stand still too long, fall asleep and fall over. At that point they decided he would spend his days in MC but maintain his room in AL (it’s one building). He faked it a long time, but the AL is finally seeing what we were seeing at home.
Im just tired. And I can’t overcome it. I’ve been struggling to get out of bed in the morning. I thought all of this would pass once we got back home and he was there, but apparently I was dead wrong.
Ruthie,
This is NOT your problem but you have made it yours. And everyone is more than willing to let you continue with it. No one is racing down there to save you.......why? Because you have proven (with MIL and now FIL) that you’ll do it and do a good job too. So, why would they inconvenience themselves when Ruthie will handle it for them? (Really!)
As of today, you need to straighten up your backbone, grit your teeth and set boundaries for yourself and the family.
You;
You will no longer be the “go-to” person for FIL. YOU are not a blood relative. Stop acting like one. Tell the AL facility that your name and number for contact are cancelled (except for real emergencies). Have a conference call or send an email to all siblings and tell them so. Ask who wants to be the contact person. It does NOT have to default to you just because you are the closest. (What if you were immobile or you guys lived in another state?)
Next, take a breather from visiting. Don’t go for as long as it takes for you to calm down and feel better. (I got to the point where I had to take an anti anxiety pill before I saw my mother, so I feel your “pain”.) Block FIL’s number from your phone. Tell him you’re going out of town for a teachers symposium.
Do something for yourself that you haven’t been doing (manicure, massage, lunch with girlfriends, visit museums, a movie in the theater all alone), whatever floats your boat.
Once you have separated from the situation, and taken the pressure off by delagating responsibility where it belongs and then paying attention to yourself again, you will feel better. IF you want, you can resume your visits BUT on your terms and NOT out of guilt! Once a week is fine-never is also fine.
Family-
Notify every sibling that you are no longer available to handle everything that comes up with THEIR dad. An emergency is different IF you don’t mind . Throw in a few tears to show how overstressed you are. Since your husband is “on the road” so much, he has (conviently) had you do everything. Tell him that has stopped and ask him what plans he will put in place (talking to sibs, hiring a caregiver to handle complaints, etc.) Do NOT let him emotionally bully you into your old “role”. Mention what a strain it is on you and you are emotionally incapable of doing it anymore. Tell him it’s affecting your marriage and that has to come first. Then STOP doing it.
I have a saying, “Your problem can’t be more important to me than it is to you.” Live by that. It has helped me immensely.
You just need to put your foot down. You can’t control what others do but you sure as heck can control what YOU do.
Please let us know how things turn out. ((((Hugs)))) 🤗
Hubby and I have cut down on the frequency and duration of visits but that does not stop FIL from wanting to use our time together on fixing imaginary problems.
My husband does not tell his father about the real problems he solves for him every month because it's beyond his comprehension and agitates him.
Dementia progresses slowly - it's insidious - and he's lost his wife, who most likely covered for him and helped him hide his deficits as did my MIL. After my MIL died, that's when FIL's full personality and deficits were laid bare.
Your FIL has frontotemporal and vascular dementia, which seems many degrees worse than what my FIL has. We also go through the drop-everything-and-take-me-to-the-ER-now routine. FIL will confuse a stomach ache for a heart attack and demands to go to the ER. He has refused an ambulance because he wants to go to the ER one town over. My husband takes him even though if his dad really was having a heart attack EMS would have taken him to the nearest hospital.
You have my sympathy in dealing with your FIL. Because you're tired of being his problem solver, stop visiting so often. Tell his other children that you are stepping back for a while and they need to step up. You do not need to explain yourself to his children about what you will be doing with that time. All you have to do is give them notification that you will be far less available to solve their father's problems real or imaginary.
AL only calls for emergencies. I love the facility and the people. A coworker today suggested the note taking/list and throw it out on the way out, which I think I’ll implement. AL is also bringing a doctor to the facility in the near future so there will be no need to leave for doctor visits. He’s not sleeping at night and his primary is unwilling to prescribe something to help, even though lack of sleep has caused falls. I spoke with them today and I think we are going to move forward with that plan.
I spoke to the oldest today today as well (the POA) and apprised him of recent events as well as told him I was going to back off on visits because of the situation. He readily agreed that FIL’s problems will never be “solved” and all it’s doing is upsetting everyone. We all know how the story is going to end and we need to work on comfort care. AL nurse agreed he’s in the late stages of dementia (he spends his days in memory care there) and understand my frustration and regularly say I go above and beyond for being a DIL.
Also spoke to DH today (he’s on the road) and filled him in. He gets it. He doesn’t like seeing me unhappy and stressed.
Did I mention we started a kitchen renovation before all this started and my kitchen is down to the studs- and has been for two years. So when we came home, we have that to deal with as well, but haven’t been able to address it because squirrels caused damage to the exterior of the house while we’re gone and homeowners said they’d drop us if it wasn’t repaired.
As as I write all of this, I wonder how I’m not on medication myself. I never gave it much thought- just kept plowing forward. To see it in writing is quite eye opening!
https://www.agingcare.com/discussions/disheartened-and-angry-428711.htm
FIL kept saying he was flipping out backwards out of his chair. It didn’t add up, so we put a camera. Meanwhile, he wanted the chairs and table gone. In his mind they were the problem. The real problem was that he was falling asleep and falling out of the chairs or falling asleep standing up, knocking the chairs over. So we leave and head to Florida for our cruise. SIL texts that “dad really wants the table and chairs gone. Maybe we could take the ones from the house and swap them out.” DH told her that the pick up truck was in the drive and if she wanted them moved, she could move them. A week later, still there. Apparently no one but is is capable...