I was Mom's caregiver for about 10 years, she had Parkinson's, the last 5 were very intense, 24/7. Here's the thing: I still don't want to be responsible for much of anything, even having to care for my dog and cats frustrates me...I was always the one to "take care of business" or the "problem solver" and felt a small degree of pride in being that way. Now? I'm like a different person! I don't handle things as well as I used to, get the shakes or start to cry when things go wrong, or can't make up my mind what to do, and that's not who I was. I went to Hospice grief counseling for a few months, which helped me to understand more about the grief process, but then the counselor kept asking me what I wanted to do with the "next chapter of my life" and I don't have an answer. Anyone else out there trying to figure out who you are now? Thanks.
I, too, was always the problem solver, now I could care less :P Ah the shakes, I have those, too, I finally gave in and had my primary doctor prescribe something for me. The meds do help, but I use to be the type that I wouldn't even take an aspirin.
It's like we need to find a "new normal".... but I want the "old normal" back BC [before caregiving]. I just hunker down at home. Oh, I do work part-time and I do look forward to going to the office, makes me feel sane again. But once through the front door, I become a couch potato channel surfing, or hanging out on the internet. I have a 101 things to do around the house, and there is still 101 things still waiting.
I think it's okay if you don't want to do anything. Has anyone told you that you might be suffering from PTSD as well? It's just a thought and something to look into. Maybe you're getting the wrong kind of guidance.
Maybe make a bucket list for yourself of things that you would be very upset that you didn't accomplish in your life and work toward just doing ONE of them. No matter what it is. Also, document things that bring a smile to your face. Carry around a notebook and whatever makes you smile, makes you laugh or brings you joy write it down. Then you'll understand more of what you need in your life.
on nearly daily basis for over a decade and no end in sight. Not to mention a steady parade of critters. And having to handle dealing with abusive ex. Sheesh. No wonder I've gotten burned out, but I worry I won't be able to get my drive back. Thank you thepacifist for your thoughts about keeping a joy journal. That helps.
This is exactly what I’ve been going through! I’ve thought about posting but even getting it into words seemed like too much struggle.
My mom passed a year and four months ago. I looked after her for six years and she was beyond a handful. I also have an adult special needs son at home who needs continuous care and supervision.
But the thing is - I was always the person who could do nine things at once. Stress was just another thing on the list to be dealt with.
Since closing my moms estate last April, I have been completely lost. Nothing gets done. Mail gets tossed in a drawer - thank God hubby is in charge of our bills! If I had a nickel for every time I’ve said -“I’m gonna box up mom and dads papers” I could hire someone to do it for me. So - they sit. Everything sits. I sit - and space out.
I’ve been wondering if I’ve had some sort of mental breakdown.
And my health? I never use to have time to get sick. Now it’s one thing after another - spent the Sunday I had planned to Christmas shop in the ER - a place I hate more than anything.
WTH is happening?
I’ve sworn that I have to get it into gear starting January 1st!!! I realize my life is being frittered away - in a trace - in a daze - one day after another. It’s frustrating.
I do feel a bit better knowing I’m not alone. This site is absolutely the best for that, isn’t it?
If my neighbors hear me in the morning, they surely must think I’ve totally lost it!
7:30am: Taking three dogs out one at a time to do their thing.
Me: “Good Christ! Can’t you leave me alone for ten minutes? Can’t I even have an effing cup of coffee before everyone wants something from me? For eff’s sake....”
You are an amazing person for caring for your mom for so long. I hear you. I feel the same way since my dad passed last year. I just have enough energy to wake up and go to my job but that's about it. I try and not take on any "responsibility" as well. I feel I have been responsible since I was a child. I'm the oldest of my sibling group. It was always take care of your sisters. Then my mom got cancer and I ran her to every appointment and follow up. Then it was help your grandmother, so I ran errands with her, too, till she went into the nursing home. And then my father had a stroke and it was more responsibility. I felt so angry and resentful by the time I had to help care for my dad. I felt I let him down.
Just this past week I thought I would try and go through more of my dad's things and try to donate them to the homeless shelter. I had avoided this all year, so maybe I am turning a corner slowly.
Most days I struggle to know what to do or where to go. I wish I could feel normal but I just don't. I try to be patient with myself, but its been hard.
But, reading everyone's comments above, I cannot avoid it. Yep, I'm also going through PTSD. I had all these dreams while caregiving of all the things I can do on my free weekends. And I can now go out to dinner with sis! Except.. all I want to do is stay home. I even visit fave sis on a Saturday, just so that She Doesn't Visit me on Sunday, my designated stay-at-home day. I've noticed that I've been resentful when sis visits me on Sundays. I'm even like trying to inch her out the door!
On xmas day, I went to the tourist area and blended in with them. No one stopped me to make conversation. Everyone was doing their own thing. I spent that day among strangers and was not obligated to make conversation with anyone. I found it very relaxing. I've decided to do the same on January 1st. I'm going to the tourist area. I realized a few nights ago that I've never really had any Me-Time where it was just me and my thoughts. Not in front of the computer. Not reading my ebooks. Just me and my thoughts.
I had written a long comment (before this one) and then deleted it. On that first comment, while I was typing it, do you know what popped into my head? ...
We Survived! We all survived caregiving. We didn't die before those we were taking care of.... And like all survivors, we now have to deal with the aftermath. sigh......
Where I am going with this, is someone who was a long time caregiver expects to take 5 years to be able to make any plans. If you don't have to for survival, I think it's fine to take as long as you need.