She has dominated her childrens' lives with little concern for anyones' feeling but her own. She is now in a wonderful assisted living and her dementia (I think) has illuminated her personality into a person who I can no longer bear to be around. She has again managed to alienate everyone around her with her insults and insensitivity. She is nasty and uncooperative with the aids (who are wonderful) And complains, complains, complains about everyone, everything and blames my sister and myself for the air she breathes. I am sick of her and I don't want to visit her anymore and don't feel that my adult children need to be manipulated like I was and be around her negative attitude anymore. I hate feeling obligated to have her at my house as I have every holiday of our lives and force my children to "tolerate" her for my sake. The guilt is unbearable but I feel that now being 60 years old I would like to feel that this person does not dominate my whole life. I would like to have a happy holiday for a change and have my children WANT to come home (without Grandma always there)
There has never been any pleasing her before and now she sends me into bouts of depression that I have a hard time shaking. Am I alone? I feel like a selfish person but I don't like her now and never did before. The guilt is killing me.
Today on the phone she told me she woke in the middle of the night to see a man with a black hat and long black coat and she was terrified. The call bell got a nurse to come and she escorted him out of the room. We're at the stage where I need to check out whether it's real, imagination or hallucination but the NH confirmed it had occurred. They have a new resident who is a wanderer and they've put a picture on his door so he knows where to go.
Darn it, some people have all the luck. I haven't had a man in my bedroom for years, but then my dogs would likely eat him anyway :)
This accounts for some, though not all, of the people who end up in facilities with no one who visits them. But, if you cannot find a way to be of real help to them, it is no use for you to just be sucked in and eaten alive. Placing someone and being a less frequent visitor may improve who they treat you; if they sense you will be there for them no matter how they act, they may never act any better. I say "may" because the capacity for consicous insight and real change may be nil, but many will treat infreuent visitors and staff better than the family member who cares for them all the time.
I would like to tell you to disregard all the ugly things mom says about you and to you, but I know first hand how hard it is to feel like a worthy human being when your own mom calls you stupid. Mine would brag about me to other people but still sometimes it was just like having posion dripped into you every day. It brought me down; I learned to do whatever little things I could that she might actually like and to expect nothing in the way of apology or supportiveness of any kind. There was no way on earth to learn all of her unwritten rules about what was to her liking and what was bad or stupid. I had already learned that emotional support would have to come from someone else, though of course Mom always discouraged contact and openness with anyone else...I had to learn to stop letting her discouarge me from having normal close relationships and from forgiving or overlooking rather than judging and holding grudges.
The saddest thing about my mom's life is that she had no idea of forgiveness; she simply always had to be right.
First, get her to a doctor for evaluation. Dementia like behavior can come from so many different things. Stroke, clashing meds, urinary tract infections, and more. It's important to get a doctor to pay attention to this to know what to do for her and you!
She may need care at home, or outside of home. Some of our folks do better in a senior care facility, and they are not all nursing homes. Sometimes they behave better for people in medical authority clothes, like nurses & doctors.
The meanness is so hard to bear. But it's a sign something is happening to her. Even if she's been this way mostly always. They are going to be better around people they don't see often, so you get to see it all because you are there all the time.
Please contact your local area on aging to connect with in-home services, financial assistance, and support. My tip is to never ask the elder if that's ok or if they want help to come in. If it's necessary, it is necessary. When I was 5 nobody asked me if i wanted to go to the dentist - I would have said no of course! You just do what you have to do to make her safe and yourself sane and protected.
You deserve a life with happiness and love. Please stay connected and let us know how it's going.
My mother is and has always been very miserable, mean, jealous, angry and hateful all her life. I feel she is getting worse. Way back in elementary school she would tell the teachers not to allow me
to have friends, then when I started to date she would not give me phone messages.
My father would want to fist fight my dates. It was awful to say the least. My miserable father died a few years ago by choice, he released himself from the hospital (no one went to see him). He was tired of fighting with mom. He had no friends and relatives had nothing to do with both my parents. They would ruin holidays and to this day, mom still does. Well I thought to move my mom back to where she grew up (her mother died young and no one wanted the kids) so some were spilt up and she ended up with her grandfather. I moved her back here thinking it would be better for her. Small town, less crime, shopping close by, has a sister here and Senior Centers. She would rather sit home and complain all day and call me names.
We live together and I'm looking for work. I apply for lesser jobs too, still nothing. I met a nice guy and she hates him, calls him names daily and me too. Her favorite name for me is ass****. She uses the middle finger almost daily, in public, at home, at the store she makes scenes. I now wait in the car for her to shop. I sweep the floor and she will throw crumbs on the floor, she kicked food under the chair I sit on rather than pick it up, I saw her do this and she lies. Just in the last couple months she accuses me of stealing things, like a pen, or scissors. The pen was in front of her the whole time and the scissors she put in a bag two days earlier, she could not remember putting them there no matter how much I reminded her. We walked into her room together and there they were, in the bag where she put them. She misplaced money, I helped her look for it, moved furniture only to never find it? She accused me of stealing her recyclable and giving to my friend?? She was in a RAGE! Yelling, cussing, calling me names. I called the recycling company and they said they picked up, she called too but would not tell me what they said, so I called them myself, yet she never said sorry. She accuses me of stealing her salad dressing just two days ago when I saw it in front of her. Never does she say sorry.
I had mention this to my long time friend of 35 years who knows mom and he said it sounds like dementia? I am 54 and know nothing about dementia till last month. Does this sound like dementia? She is worse than ever. Do old people get mean as they age? She is pretty healthy and is not rich or poor. She can afford to do things but rather sit home and look for trouble. I get migraines so she sprays chemicals knowing I suffer. She slams doors when I have a migraine. She is horrible. Never is she wrong, she will argue till the sun goes down. She has to always be right. I can't say one thing without her "barking' at me. I don't even get half way done with my words and she is cutting me off to argue. There is NO reasoning. Today I fixed breakfast for myself, she said why? To throw it away? I cut fruit on a plate, she said why is that fruit bad? Why would I cut bad fruit on a plate? Everything is negative, EVERYTHING! I try to say very little to her now, but still she tries to argue.
It's a fight daily, she wakes in a bad mood EVERY day. I remember my father saying she is a miserable "B" and I agree. Never does she say good morning, its always something rude or cusses. I tell her I am going to ignore her and I do, still she goes on and on. I take her shopping and she starts yelling in the car. If I say I am going out with my friend, she calls him foul names, goes into a rage, yelling, cussing, throwing her arms up. I told her it's a jealous rage. There is no stopping her, she goes on and on and on, even if I leave the room.I find its best not to tell her things and when she ask, I say it's not your business. Usually she cusses at me or calls me names rather than saying OK. I use to take her out on day trips, NO more. My friend bought me a humming bird feeder and like to watch them, she said I'm stupid and the birds are stupid too. I have a cat, she says I'm stupid for talking to her. I tell her she's a good kitty and I'm stupid? I took mom on the trail to walk last week and get some exercise, she starts saying all my friends are losers? People were looking and I was embarrassed. I try to stay away from her, if I walk into another room she runs in and starts complaining or calling me names or my new friend. I told her he's here to stay, too bad, it's my life and I will pick my friends, not you. My friend has done a lot for me and has been there for me. I helped him when needed too. She responded with the F word. I hear the F word daily. So, so difficult. I can't afford
to move without a job. Today she called me many foul names, said I look stupid reading things on the computer. I told her some day you might need me and I won't help you. I have never known her to have friends and relatives stayed away cause my father would make scenes and call them names, plus my parents fought 24/7 even in public. He was a horrible father too, liar, cheater, thief. I am not sure if it's her age or the move back here maybe opened wounds or she's ill or what. But it's horrible to be around her. She refuses to get professional help, says I need it. Says she's the way she is cause of me, wishes she never had me. I have a brother who lives out of the area, He came to visit a couple months ago and saw the real mom, now he seldom calls her. He brought his girlfriend and mom said if you bring her...... Well, she embarrassed us. Made the visit a living hell. She told me on the last day of his visit, I warned him.
.Any advice is appreciated.
I encourage you to look into senior housing and how she can fund it herself and with financial aid/subsidies.
I did not bring my mom into our holiday gatherings. I knew she would show off, and do anything necessary to ruin it for everyone. She has not been in my home since she moved out mid-November. She may never be again. This is our safe haven.
If she has fantasies about how we ought to be sitting at her knee anticipating every little thing, waiting for instructions, petting her ego, fawning and kissing up, then she ought to know about my fantasy that will never happen.
My fantasy is that she'd be loving, accepting of everyone of us for who we are, allow us to be our own person with opinions and dreams. She'd be pleasant, friendly, and reassuring. That's all. Just nice to be around. But she isn't. Not even when it seems all her demands and terms are met. So, we do our thing our way, and I apologize to my kids that they got shortchanged in the grandma department.
There won't be dinners, holidays, recitals, cookie baking, shopping, or any of those other nice thigns with her. Too bad, but it's not worth the trouble. You are not alone.
anonlychild - sounds like you are getting there - it is a ongoing work I find.
Yeah zoo -101 and, physically, going strong. Guilt is a hard one, but you can get past it. We all are on the road to recovery. Just keep going in the right direction.
((((((hugs)))))))) keep on keepin' on
Londonblonde8 I'm so sorry that your mother dare say what she did about you! My fathers mother told him the same thing when my fathers only brother died in a plane crash in WWII that old bat said she wished it had been my dad, screwed him up even worse. Londonblonde8 sounds like you were able to turn your life around. Anger is a great motivator if it's not turned inward. Some people turn the anger and hatred they get from a parent inward it becomes shame based believing for to many years they were the problem. Unless they get help like my dad never got help he couldn't he will live with this self hatred for the rest of his life. Your right there are no victim's only volunteer's. It's a double edge sword trying to sort this out in my life. Even Freud said that he felt he would finally have freedom once his father and mother passed. But when they did oddly enough he wrote he didn't have the freedom he hoped. So how much did Freud really get out of his research, when he too couldn't heal his own childhood wounds. It's a personal journey, we all have to decide when enough is enough. Some folks can walk away I make no judgment call on anyone who can walk away, cause I sure wish I could with out the guilt. But the guilt would eat me alive. So I proceed, I'm making progress however I have a lonnnnnggggg way to go, but I'm on the path to recovery. Part on my journey has been the wonderful people I've found here on this site. They don't judge me, we use humor they get it because we all share the same commend denominator and we're not afraid to talk about! Thank you all for being here ...LOVE... and HUGS....
My two siblings have spent most of her old age on other continents, or in godforsaken places like Barstow, CA. Coincidence? I think not. Since she came to live in an "independent living" facility in my city 2 1/2 years ago, she has
--fallen and had to have a shoulder replaced, with a week in the hospital and 8 weeks of rehab'
--fallen on her bottom and had four different compression fractures of four different vertebrae, with surgery and 8 weeks of rehab;
--had 9 documented falls since she returned from rehab in mid-November (today is January 7)
--also during that time period, one fall resulted in a fractured metatarsal bone and so she's wearing a support that adds one inch to the leg that already made her walk lopsided.
--we spent New Years Eve Day --the whole darn day--in the ER after a fall that appears to have collapsed yet another vertebra.
--Today we spent one-half day for the follow-up visits required for the ER episode; she got fitted for a new brace that we know she'll never tolerate...and then we'll spend another half day getting an MRI on Thursday, and next week we have (so far) two doctor's visits.
Independent living my arse! My daughter said she thought they should re-instate Hurling Day, where troublesome people and animals were sent to their death from a high altar. (I think she is making this up....but it sounds like a good idea).
Thanksgiving she did not remember that I had children, much less grown, married, and pregnant ones who were visiting and she remembered the three little ones' names 6 mos ago. ((*I did protect them from her until she was incapacitated a year ago*)). Today she called to ask if her mother and daddy were dead (1981, 1966), why weren't they answering their phone? I lied and said that her Mother was coming to get her later, just to have a cup of coffee and wait.
This is a woman I really can't stand. It's not fun to interact with her, I have no desire to see her suffer emotionally if I were to tell the truth, and this stuff drags up memories of her abusing me (her Mother took care of me from 18 mos to 7 years and tried to protect me from the wicked witch she knew her daughter was, but then Mother got Alzheimer's and mthr locked her & me up together in the neighboring apt of our duplex among her nicer heinous acts). She obviously does not remember that, but that does not mean it's not staying in my head.
How much longer until I am free again and she does not know me, not just the children? when will she lose the ability to recognize numbers and get the staff to call? They have been told not to let her call, but then she thinks something terrible has happened to Mother, and she calls ME, not "home"!! I'm tired of answering questions about things that happened 30 years before I was born!
BTW, Hospice believed she was eligible for palliative care, but not one doctor after her cancer surgery last year has put dementia in her diagnosis. They sent out a Nurse Practitioner, who some how could not recognize that she had dementia, even though she was talking about her college buddies writing her (last year when she was with cancer) and going to visit (complete narcissistic lie). What the nurse missed was that Queen her cook was going to fix them a party. Queen's been dead since 1979.
AARRRGH!
I moved nearly 2,000 miles away the minute I got out of college, and have only been back a handful of times. Now she's a mile away, but I still control my boundaries.
Those of us in this situation must get therapy. It is a real sanity saver - no pun intended. I learned to re-evaluate my priorities and cast off that heavy concrete cape of guilt. Having her live with me for nearly a month really made that crystal clear.
Every day, I give myself permission to do these things:
- Put my husband and children first and do what they need, as they are my support system and the family's future. When I fail to put these guys first, this is the only time when I feel guilty.
- Do what I need to, to ensure we can take care of ourselves. I work full time in a professional career, and it's a big part of who I am. The paycheck is mandatory.
- Take care of myself, which includes NOT doing certain things, like being a door mat.
- I am allowed to do what is possible for me. Not what is supposed to be possible by TV daughters in TV families, or what is possible for other people in different situations. I am not omnipotent, and it all just is not possible at the same time.
- I am allowed to have boundaries and say no. My mother said No to me more times than I can count as part of growing up, and the same word is necessary as she ages for a lot of the same reasons!
- I am allowed to be an adult. I do not need to take that subservient, compliant, calculating and adjusting child's position any more. Her feelings are her problem. I am grown with obligations and am not "on call". I am not responsible for her happiness or any other feeling. I *am* responsible for her safety and that is all.
It has taken me a lifetime of work to get to the point where I don't feel responsible for how her day went, or trying to be a certain way to keep her from being upset with me, or denying my real "truth" just to make sure she doesn't fly off the handle and make us all pay hell.
My therapist helped me understand I can let myself out of jail. And I'm not going back in there.
I wish that everyone here could connect with a good therapist to help clear things up and set matters straight.
I also think "if my kids do this to me when I'm old, will I be OK with it". And that's how I try to gauge my choices now. I don't intend to be an emotional sink-hole or manipulator or hateful obligation who controls them. I want them to live their lives and be happy. I will have had my turn by then.