I was struck by this while reading the answers to another question. It appears, to me, that many of our parents (those in 70 - 100 year old range) have this sense of entitlement, especially when it comes to being cared for and/or being controlling of us and in some cases, their grandchildren. I know my parents did not and would not have been the primary caregivers for their elders but they certainly do think that we should be. In my case, it is not so bad as my dad is great as he is my mom's primary caregiver and I'm like Tonto - his faithful side-kick. Why is that? I'm also amazed at how many of those being cared for (and it appears women are in the majority here) are narcissistic and mean? And when we are in the 'sandwich' position (elder parents on one side and children and grandchildren on the other side) they expect us to do for them and NOT for our children and grandchildren, when I know they never even would have considered that! Is it perhaps because of the age they are living to now....people used to die younger. They used to call us the 'me' generation but I don't think so. I see this so often on this web site. Any thoughts, comments? Perhaps if we can talk this out we might be able to understand some of their behaviors better.
In Biblical times the Jewish tradition was for the eldest son to care for the mother if she is widowed. The eldest son also received the birthright. We see the eldest son taking care of his mother when Jesus -- Mary's eldest son -- told John that Mary was now his mother. John would take care of her.
So if anyone wants to use Biblical reference, I guess we can say that Big Brother will have to step up. Of course, he will also get the birthright -- something that might make other potential heirs a little miffed.
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It doesn't say that having personal boundaries and ensuring your own health and wellbeing is dishonoroable to your parents. It doesn't say to stick around and put up with abuse because of a blood relationhip. It doesn't say that you have to sacrifice your own life and livlihood to make up for what your parents failed to plan for.
Honor doesn't mean blind obedience to a person who has lost their mind. It means that I respect my parents, but as an adult myself, I get to use good sense and do what keeps them safe, clean, healthy, and in as good a shape as possible.
For those of us who came from an abusive home situation, honoring that abuser takes on a whole different meaning. I don't have to put myself in a position to be abused or experience old traumas.
I honor my abusive mother by not telling her off, not calling her the names she has rightfully earned, and not giving her the chance to behave so badly toward me. I honor her by placing her in a facility that can meet all her needs.
Listen to me, sounding like a Biblical scholar. Really I have problems with the Bible. I find God when I go outside and look at the stars or watch the animals. Now, if a snake walks up to me on four legs and starts talking, I might have second thoughts.
For whatever reason, people leave me alone on the subject of kids.
I would imagine religion played a large role, i.e., honor thy mother and they father. It was just a given you'd take care of your parents as at the time they were young/middle aged adults, there was basically no place to put them.
Excellent history of hospitals after WWII and how in time they became nursing homes, then came the actual nursing home, which led to assisted living in a book, Being Mortal, Atul Gawande.
Thus the parents would live on the main level, and a grown child along with spouse and any kids would live upstairs in their unit. It was a great idea. Of course now a days, people are scattered all over the U.S. because of employment. And getting people to move back into the inner cities, into homes with only one full bath isn't easy. These homes are now white elephants :(
But the older folks knew how to farm in bad weather, feed a sick baby, keep the roof from leaking, make the goats keep giving milk, deal with a toothache, know when it's time to migrate and in which direction, where the good fresh water springs were located, etc. Things you needed to know to stay alive. If the young will have the respect to listen and make note, they might learn something and stay alive to see 40 themselves.
CARLACB - I spent 40-something years figuring out that just because my mom treats me like a field hand doesn't mean I have to respond like a field hand. I started saying things like "that's not going to happen, you'll have to figure out something else", I stopped answering the phone if I was busy or didn't feel like talking, and I stopped jumping when she yelled.
Pulling back is a process that takes time. Find one thing you want to stop doing or let go of and just work on that. One thing at a time, one baby step at a time. Mom may never be "retrained", but you can put boundaries in place and get YOURSELF comfortable with having them. You can get the people around you trained that this boundary now exists and begin reclaiming your adult status! You can do it!!
Sandwich42, I didn't mean to imply that I haven't succeeded in establishing boundaries, only that my mother still acts completely oblivious to them. I moved 90 miles away and now see her only a day or two a week. I do much more for her than any of my siblings when I'm there, but I do tell her when I don't want to do something she asks. She doesn't like it - she becomes pushy, then whiney, then nasty. And gratitude? Forget it. When her drudge is in the house, she takes full advantage of the fact. That's why I try to never stay there very long.
Of course, if I don't move in with her and get treated like crap, I'm self-centered and selfish. So whatever I do, it's wrong. Talk about echoes of my childhood, something I don't need or deserve.
By the way, she can't figure out a bus schedule, let alone how to live in a major world city. Maybe it's projection, this "weak" stuff.
My grandmother was Polish and the expectation in that day was that your kids would take care of you; that was their duty. She had one son, my father, who couldn't stand her. He was quite mean to her at times, I remember as a kid.
Fast forward and then he wanted and needed the help. He ran my poor sister's life. And they don't realize how much things cost, and so on. He told me he found this woman he used to work with who was now retired and was thinking of asking her to move in with him to help him. I said, 'how much would you pay her?'. He said, "whadya mean? She's getting room and board!". I said that people like that usually expect a real paycheck too. LOL, she cut him off fast!
He finally went to AL. There he drove the staff wild by hitting the call button repeately. And then he became that person who cries, Help me, help me endlessly. Finally one staff member said, Why don't you just shut up...and he did!
I have long term insurance...Hope I can continue to afford it...
The men fought in WWII and they didn't think twice about it. They never spoke of their horrendous experiences, never complained about the PTSD they had to have experienced. When they came home, they got on with their lives. Some went on to college while many went on to factory work.
I'm sorry, but I just don't agree with your labelling them vipers. I'm upset with my mom, too, but she certainly isn't a viper.
My mother had a hard life. She shared a bedroom with at least four sisters all of whom had to share the same bed. Her dad was a carpenter from Canada (btw, the Canadians weren't exactly welcome where she settled). She had twelve brothers and sisters. They lived through the depression years. In those years, children quit school in order to work. Many gave their parents the money to help out just to buy food.
And this is funny, but today, the apartments are being turned into condos with each floor going for at least, at least, $350,000 to upwards of millions, depending on location.
And this is the funniest. The top floors are now often called the PENTHOUSES! and are often the most expensive.
Today, we, in turn, are watching as our world turns to terror. Given the news these past few days (actually, months) this doesn't sound good.
So, while I am upset my mom is getting older and no longer has the capacity to care for herself, and while I am upset that she says stupid things, does stupid things, and the list goes on, I would never have called her a viper.
We never know how we will be when we get to be 91. My mother's landlord who is 91 also tells me "The 'golden years' aren't so golden". And I remember years ago, Art Linkletter, wrote a book entitled, "Getting old isn't for sissies'.
When I was studying Grief and Bereavement back in the good old days of the year 2000, it struck me just how much our elders lose when they get old. I'd never thought of their losing the ability to read (i.e., loosing their sight) or the ability to drive (i.e., losing their independence); or the ability to even wipe themselves. I mean, gees, coming to you in the next twenty to thirty years.
Right now I'm gathering forms to submit to Medicaid (another horror!) and I'm feeling like I'm going to send my mother to a prison she may never leave. It's not easy and it's certainly not something I wish on my children. But we have the foresight many of them didn't have or didn't even talk about. WWII generation never spoke of death. It was just a taboo subject. And to pre plan their funerals was certainly out of the question, at least the people I knew.
The fact that all these medical advancements occurred for the most part by this generation to keep us around well after the quality of our lives has past I do NOT believe is a commendable thing. I believe it is purely a money making venture and as any such venture we all suffer for it.
I have no intention of filling the pockets of the wicked so I may stick around past my time. I am not that selfish.
I would suggest you actually read what I wrote and not just take a few words of mine out of context. You likened the WWII generation as a Generation of Vipers. That's a serious accusation.
I'm not going to answer you again as I feel this has no place on this board, but the original question was why do 'some' parents have a sense of entitlement" ...
At times I feel I should even participate in subjects like this because there is just no winning against people who feel as you do. Kind of like participating in the conversation with the woman who is 'scared', i.e., she's angry at everyone.
So sorry if I insulted your intelligence and understanding of the Bible, but you have to remember that many of us don't consider our parents as a generation of vipers. Jesus meant it as being derogatory. While I don't like having to care for my mother in this case, I'm certainly not going to allow someone to lump her into a phrase as being a viper.
It would be enough to make me sorry for myself, but then I remember that I don't like long plane flights and Alaska sounds mighty cold right now. So maybe it is okay that I'm here with a woman who isn't very pleasant who tells me many times how she enjoyed her trips when she was younger. Grrrr! Sometimes she says things like "When I was your age, we used to go hiking in the mountains." I remind her that at my age she wasn't taking care of her parents.
Someone has to do it. I guess we're a group of the annointed few. Sometimes people tell me that my reward will be great in heaven. I don't know about that -- I can think some really sinful thoughts with the things that go on every day. I think I would have a better chance of going to heaven if I weren't a caregiver!