My husband was diagnosed with Dementia/Alzheimers type about 8 years ago. At first it was just repeating stories but since, as expected with the disease he has progressed. However, after all this time he is still manageable. It's just that my life, as full time caregiver is focused on him and his needs and nothing else. I don't want to complain but I find myself resenting having to sit around, answering questions, changing channels and trying to redirect....constantly!
My husband has sundowners so in the daytime he's not as bad, although he's very confused. Most of the time he thinks there are other people in the house, worries over the door locks, opens and relocks the doors up to 40+ times each evening. He thinks he's been robbed so he hides things all the time, we both do a search and usually find the item stashed in ridiculous places. He says he's talked with his mother who passed about 15 years ago and thinks she has spent the night. Wants the TV turned down so we don't wake her. These confusions go on all day from about 6:00A.M. to 11:00 P.M.
But I don't have to change diapers, deal with a wheelchair or any heavy work. He's very healthy...just this blasted confusion!
Then there are my family and my one friend. They say I've changed, closed in too much and suggest that I should go ahead and put him in Assisted Living so I can have a life.
I found an AL and I'm next on the waiting list. They already called but I asked to just be kept on the list for the next available room. I'm so confused myself about making that huge move. I guess I keep waiting for something to happen so his needs are increased or so I wouldn't be able to care for him for some reason. I know some people have loved ones who are so much worse and they still care for them.
I never expected this to be so hard! He is 76 and I'm 75. I can't imagine putting him in a place and driving away. Of course, I'd go visit all the time but to just leave him when he's so attached and dependent on me....I just don't know what would happen to him. But others say we'd have more quality time together....so, I swing from one side to the other. I think I'm more confused than he is!! How have you all dealt with placing your loved ones? And I apologize for being so longwinded!
My situation was very different to yours, as I was taking care of my mum full time. She didn't have memory problems, mainly just general age-related decline, but I too found myself more or less housebound. Mum worried if I went out in case something happened - fire, flood, burglary, anything really. Coupled with a series of falls, this meant that gradually, and to be honest probably without my noticing, I began to cut myself off. I was stressed, resentful, worn down.
Mum moved into an AL facility in September '15. It was hard at first, for both of us, and I visited every day for a couple of months. But now I go once or twice a week. Mum loves it. She's got a better life than when she was here, there's so much going on in the facility, and (very slowly) so have I.
Before, I was so worn down with day to day stuff for Mum that we never did the fun things. Now we do.
Hope that helps a little
Try it out for a time, maybe 6 months, and make a plan to review the pros / cons afterwards. Expect ups and downs at the beginning, but with time, you will have a better understanding. God bless
She finally placed him in a lovely memory care place where he thrived. Dadly, she died of a massive heart attack not long after she placed him. That's my cautionary tale.
Many people have expressed their concern and strongly recommended placing mom in a nursing home. I know, logically, it makes sense, but emotionally I am not there yet. My dad was in a nursing home for 10 years. For him it was necessary after a head injury causing bleeding on the brain and an iliostomy for bowel cancer (he had hand tremors and couldn't care for himself), plus a history of falls. During that time mom developed Alzheimer's. The nursing home was one and a half hours one way by public transit. It was so hard to see dad going through so much emotional pain from being there; he withdrew into his room, didn't partake in any activities. The staff were great, but the only time he perked up was when I visited. He died last August, about a year and a half ago. During his last days, I was run ragged and stressed out trying to deal with mom's dementia (anger and anxiety and forgetting where I had gone and probably jealousy because I was with dad and not her) and being there with dad and watching him die, and trying to keep up with a part time job and what little business I did get.
Despite how draining it is for me to care for mom, it is still her decision because she has not been assessed for mental incompetence. However, even if she were, I could not do that to her. Besides which, whatever money we have saved up would be depleted and, as selfish as it sounds, I would end up in poverty in my old age. But apart from the money and legalities, it is a sense of familial love and duty. That does not mean that I don't set limits or get angry and impatient with mom. I will not give up my meager part time job even if she refuses respite care, which was tailored to her preferences (friendly visiting, no help with housekeeping or personal care, only two days a week). I will also not give up going to mass every Sunday. However, I am soon going to have to override her demands and have someone come in again, because she is no longer able to handle even an hour or two of me away from the home. I found as, with dad, just as I felt bombarded on all sides and something has to give, something usually happens. Mom came into my bed in the very early hours of the morning the other night and said she was dying. She's had that feeling before. I believe she is beginning the process. I don't want my last memories being her look of abandonment and hurt and despair over being placed in a home.
I think the biggest challenge in this situation is retaining a sense of self, setting limits, taking time out and maintaining connection to the outside world, albeit "virtually" - phone, Internet.
That is often a good compromise for couples who don't want to be separated but when care needs are greater than the caregiver can meet on their own.
Good Luck
Today is our anniversary of 58 years, but it means nothing...I'm so sad and I needed to read all the comments here.
As I read, I see some of the stories are of people much worse off than my husband and I see this as my greatest problem. He's bad when it comes to confusion, suspiciousness and paranoia...but not that bad. Gosh, I have no idea what I'm looking for. Maybe incontenence, anger, hitting or something...anything that makes it impossible for me. But he is sweet and even apologetic when he knows he's getting on my nerves. He makes me go outside and all through the garage to check on "those guys who are stealing the car" with him. I try to convince him all is okay but it only lasts for a few seconds and he's back at it again. Or on to something else like crawling under the bed to hide things, etc.
As some have suggested, I do try to get out to a support group once a month. I haven't been for three months because of the weather (snowy here in Idaho). My son will watch him the three hours I'm gone. But generally my kids are at work or with families and I don't want them to have to just come and sit here with him. They have their lives to live.
Also, I take him to Adult Day Care when I have errands but it's $8.50 an hour and it adds up quickly and we just can't afford that much so he's only been there a few times over the past year. Mostly I take him with me to get my hair done, doctors appointments and basically everywhere.
When we've visited AL's he seems to like it. He's very friendly and talks to the people. He's outgoing and I often think he'd be better off to have the interaction rather than walking around the house everyday so confused.
Sorry...I just ramble on about it and still have no idea how he could manage without me. He even stands outside the bathroom door when I pee and asks me where I am. But on the other hand, he laughs a lot, talks to people in the grocery store and has them laughing. They have no idea there is something wrong with him. We went out to eat yesterday with our friends and he was fine except he can't make sense of the menu. I order for him...but the waitress had no idea.
On days like yesterday I figure I'll try it another year...I just don't know.
But I so appreciate all these responses...it has helped me so much today!
These comments are priceless, I'm so glad to have found people who are going through the same type of problem.
I'll keep everyone updated and let you know what I find at the area agency.
I did find another option that you mentioned and that's selling my house and moving into a facility that has independent and AL. I found one that might work except it's not memory care and I'm not sure that would work for very long. It's evident I have more homework to do. Thanks for your helpful answers.
Like I said, today is our 58th anniversary but he's been asking if I "paid for this room?" He has no idea most of the time that this is our home. We've only been here since June of 2014. We had a small 10 acre farm and I was afraid I'd be stuck out there when he got worse. But it hasn't helped him any, moving him to a different house in the middle of this terrible disease.
Anyway, I'm reading and taking to heart everything you all have offered to help. I will research places where I might be able to live. I'm checking with area agency on aging tomorrow to see what they say.
I'm feeling in a fog though and this is so overwhelming. I want to make the right choice. I'm not a drama queen either...😉 I want to have a plan and try to find all the pitfalls along the way. I'm doing my homework tomorrow by doing phone calls plus I'm getting my taxes done. More to come...thanks all!
Ask each child to give you a morning or afternoon once a month, so you can go out, see a friend, or just sleep. (Ask for every other week, settle for every other month!) Of course this would depend on their lives and personalities. But just as you once "made" them brush their teeth or say their prayers, at least try to get them to do a part, as a life lesson for them and the grandkids.
I did almost everything that was asked for my parents, but looking back, i wish I had done even more!
It doesn't matter how many home-care people are crooks, as long as you find someone who isn't a crook. I spent a long time looking for the right man to marry, kissing a lot of frogs along the way. Looking for the right "helper" is a similar challenge, but if you are picky but flexible, you can find a good person.
Hire someone for only one or two visits, so you don't have to fire them if you don't like them. Stay in the house but out of the way for the first visit. If they give you a creepy feeling, trust your feeling and don't ask them back. Did you say Idaho? Can't you find a nice Mormon or Christian (or other religious person)? Wouldn't they be less likely to steal or be mean? At least give it a try or two. Getting someone to come in might be a huge improvement for both of you.
I am biased here, because I am maybe 3 or4 years behind you, and I expect to be healthy and interested in doing stuff for myself until I am housebound myself. I hate the prospect of having to give up ALL of my own desires and fun. I'm willing to give up a lot, but not ALL.
Good luck and blessings to you.