We have a new member on board here at AgingCare, who asked another member a question: Why will you not care for your parents in your home? I think that is an EXCELLENT topic for discussion.
If you are willing to take your folks into your home to provide care for them, why are you willing to do it? What are the pros of that situation?
If you are unwilling to take your folks into your home to provide care for them, what is the reason for that unwillingness? What are the cons of that situation?
Whew, you said a mouthful! My godfather was a sweetheart. Unfortunately, he died much younger than he should have. Heart attack. He looked like a picture of health, not overweight or anything. Always had a smile on his face, just a sweet guy.
My godmother on the other hand was something else! She was a grouchy woman. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why my godfather died before his time!
My godmother ended up having ALZ, macular degeneration which led to blindness so she definitely had her heartaches. She was a widow at a young age raising two sons, so she had her hands full.
Typical of that era she was a housewife. Is that word PC? A homemaker? How about domestic engineer? Hahaha
Anyway, she never acquired a driver’s license, her husband drove everywhere! Even after he died she walked, took the bus or streetcar.
She gave me the same gift every year for my birthday and Christmas, underwear! What kid wants underwear for their gift? LOL, but the polite kid that I was I always said thank you to her.
She eventually went into a nursing home. She would have bruises all over her. It horrified me to see her so badly bruised. She was contrary before ALZ and it only became worse afterwards. When visiting her at the home I did ask why she was covered in bruises. They simply said, “Well you know how she is. She fights us on everything and does not cooperate and she gets violent and we are defending ourselves.” It was sad all around.
She alienated her sons. Pitting one against the other. She didn’t like her oldest son’s wife. She cut him out. The other son lives in California where he is a music professor at the university. So she had no one. I would go see my dad in the hospital, then go see her at the home. She got to the point of not knowing me and continued to be mean to everyone.
I stopped going as often to see her. It totally drained me. So, I get how you feel about your godfather. I felt similar feelings for my godmother.
I have three godchildren. I would never want them to see me the way I saw my godmother.
Of course, dementia has an effect on behavior but my godmother always had a negative personality. I guess my godfather had to be a saint to put up with her! Who knows what that poor man endured privately.
I can say that I never saw him disrespect her publicly. He had too much class for that. Oh boy, she always degraded him. Just sad. She was always a miserable woman. We can feel sorry for them but after awhile it wears us down, doesn’t it?
I like when I see people post that actions can’t be taken personally if the brain is broken. Such a wonderful message. Because it is an irrational thing to do. It really does put it in perspective. These neurological diseases are progressive. It only gets worse. It is heartbreaking for the patient and the caregivers.
His first mistake was hiding his LTC policy from me, he also so graciously told Dr he could move in with me (said that behind my back too) and that was NEVER the plan. During his stay in rehab I wanted him to get the very best care so everyday I was lotioning his crusty skin and clipping his cheesy toenails and yes it was gross but I thought “ I got this” but then after him getting pampered he decided to stop doing for himself and I was hindering his recovery! He’d decided he’d hide his coverage from me and I’d play puppet and quickly 2 hours become 7 once he got home...menial this menial that just to watch me do it. It was the worst and I got resentful REALLY FAST when I saw he could do plenty for himself and he knows I’ve got radical vascular damage in my neck and upper back.
So I made a promise he could pass at his home like his wife did. That’s exactly what will take place. Between now and then I will hire whoever and order whatever and oversee everything for him, certainly. If he needs to go into a home, bet your a$$ he’s going, he’s paid for LTC for 36 years and he WILL use it whether he likes it or not. And when it’s time... I will bring him home, care for him in every aspect and hold his hand till he goes.
Do I got it in me? I think short term-yes. Do I want to or have to? No!!!! After everything I’ve seen you’all go thru I will spare myself and I’ll probably feel a little guilt but it’s better than hating his guts and despising him and that life for myself. So far he’s tested minor cognitive decline so right now he just makes everything about him a major deal and perhaps his lack of empathy for me and my surgery, could be a Japanese thing? I have to go in December and have my surgery completely done over Grrrr. So I already know how he’s going to be without a broken brain and I’m not doing it!!! No way no how! I can truly say in my heart I am keeping my promise! If I hadn’t found this forum I’d likely be strapped in to a life of servitude at 46 years old for who knows how long so I’ll just say thank you to you’all now. Thank you for saving me ❤️
Your'e right,it is very difficult learning to live without my Mother here beside me,but I have to continue to try because really,there is no other choice.
I was lucky to have all the extra time with her I know,I just miss her so much and pray she's happy in Heaven with my Dad, laughing and dancing and one day,we'll be back together again.
Thanks for understanding my pain.
Take good care~
Your Mother is a big piece of Love,filled with wisdom,like mine was too.
You all are so lucky to still have each other and be together.
God Bless You for all the great care you give her~
If either of my parents every has mobility issues requiring a walker or wheelchair, they will probably have to come stay with me or one of my 2 sisters. Their shower does not work properly and my mother won't allow anyone into the room to fix it.
I’m sorry you have to deal with your parent’s mess. That can be stressful.
I would have given anything to have a special relationship with my
mom. I did have it with her mom. My grandma was a doll. She was my angel on earth.
Also my MIL. She was such a blessing in my life. She told me that I was the daughter she never had and that meant the world to me!
I have posted here before but just wanted to add to my original thoughts.
The thing that gets to me is no one sees how a parent acts at home privately when no one is watching. They are sweet as pie to others. They present an image to everyone else that is totally inaccurate!
They also have no qualms about laying on the guilt or shaming, both publicly and privately.
I learned that I never want to do this to my adult children. I treat them with love and respect. I show them gratitude. Perfect? Of course not, but I apologize if I hurt someone and I sincerely mean any apology that I have said. I’m human just like everyone else.
We no longer have any privacy in our own homes. My mom never respected my privacy and she thought it was perfectly okay for her to be secretive about her life even though I only wanted to help her. She became spiteful. Everything had to be her way. She was a perfectionist as long as I can remember.
Sometimes parents misinterpreted how something is meant and feel they are being ‘attacked.’ So they stir up crap and make us look like the bad guy. In reality we did everything to help them. They get offended if we suggest something to help them.
They become ridiculously defensive. It’s sad because I believe this stems from their insecurities. I tried very hard to be understanding of this but we all have our limits of what we can put up with. Both caregivers and parents become impatient at times.
Sometimes they are bored but won’t cooperate by going to a senior community center or participate in other activities. So they take their frustration out on the caregiver.
Sometimes they aren’t completely honest with their doctors and get mad if they are corrected.
They wouldn’t dream of going to talk to a geriatric psychiatrist or any type of therapist that could help them because they are too busy blaming the caregiver and others. They have a million excuses for not going and don’t understand why the caregiver chooses to see a therapist to cope.
My mom even thought it was an insult to her that I chose to speak to a therapist to receive help in order to cope and receive insight about the situation. They take everything very personally, then lash out and make false accusations. I got so sick of misunderstandings.
It can totally ruin the parent/adult child relationship! It did with me. I would never choose to do it again.
I am happy for those who are able to be a caregiver to their parents. I am not going to insult or put anyone down for caring for a parent or spouse. Some are successful in being caregivers. My hat is off to you. Bravo!
To each his own and I totally admire your devotion. I so wanted it to work out in my case but it takes cooperation from caregiver and the parent/spouse.
No one has the power to change anyone else’s actions. I certainly didn’t. God knows that I truly tried to do my very best! I kept feeling as if I failed.
Thank God for therapy where I learned that I am only responsible for my actions and not my mom’s behavior or anyone else’s behavior. The situation failed for various reasons.
Sometimes it’s emotionally hard and it can be physically hard too. Sometimes they need more than we can possibly give.
Caregivers are not robots that are programmed. We are not machines designed to function properly all the time. We are humans. We are unique. We are perfectly imperfect.
Sometimes we needed to be cared for and we were running on empty. We can burn out. We can bottom out. Sometimes it takes hitting the bottom to find our way back up again.
Sometimes we find wonderful compassion from others. Sometimes we don’t. I know the truth and that is what matters the most.
I learned from being hurt what not to do to others so in a way, the hurt is a gift. I choose not to repeat the cycle and I am at peace with my daughters.
1) As you stated, it will create self doubt in themselves and feel like, gee not even my mom believes in me. They give up before even trying because they are conditioned to feel like a failure.
Or?
2) I will show her that I am better than she is predicting! They go on to be over achievers and a huge success.
It’s a crap shoot! It’s a gamble treating a child this way. You don’t know which direction they will take.
People complain about others gambling with money. It is bad to gamble with money allocated for other uses. Otherwise it’s simply entertainment. I feel there are things that can actually be more devastating to gamble with, such as the formation of a child’s young mind.
Hopefully the child can sort it out later with positive people in their lives and possibly therapy if needed.
Yes. I know someone who lives in the house that the grandparents owned, then the parents inherited it and now her. Yes, she lives in a lovely old New Orleans home in a historical part of the city.
I guess I mean strange going back home. I do hope that you will be able to move forward soon.
This woman I know at the Memory Care I work at, the daughter of the narcissistic woman who comes to the front desk all the time, made a very profound statement to me on Sunday. She said, "Nobody knows what it feels like to be HER *insert mother's name here* daughter." Amen to that. Being the daughter of a narcissistic or difficult mother is NOT the same experience as being the daughter of a lovely, motherly type of woman.
I never had my own room until I moved away. Always had to share a room at home.
Yeah, would be strange moving back to a childhood room.
My story... I have been taking care of my sweet Parkinson's ridden, Alzheimer's and dementia stricken 89 year old mother for over four years in my home. She moved in a month after my husband and I married. She has very limited mobility, can't communicate, wears diapers, doesn't know my name, etc. With both my husband and I being married previously and having raised our children, alas we got another one... aka my mother. It has been the hardest thing I have done in my life. I have always worked outside the home and truly enjoy working, being around other people and contributing, but have not done so in over a year. I have a private caregiver come five hours a day, five days per week - I handle mornings, evenings and weekends (unfortunately the same time periods I have to spend with my husband) and this is by far the most difficult thing I have done in my life and yes, there are times when I close my eyes and imagine putting her in a home and me regaining my life, but I always open my eyes and realize that the best place for my mom is with us. She is always surrounded by love and doesn't want for anything and she deserves that. But again, there are those times where I just don't think that I can do this any longer. We don't really talk about caring for our aging parents with each other (thank goodness for this board) and most of us don't receive any education in caregiving so it can be so overwhelming when it happens and to top it off, we have no end time frame that we can mark days off as they occur to see the progression.
My own personal thoughts are that your life is not really your own, it belongs to all of those in your circle (be thankful you have a circle). In the end, you have to look in the mirror at yourself and like the decisions that the person you see made. My retired brother who lives 250 miles away and saw our mother one time last year and doesn't call her or send a card does not seem to have any issues looking at himself and we were raised the same. Go figure.
My mother's finances are such that she could afford a comfortable care home for a few years, but then she could very well outlive her finances and then we would bring her here again (no government run home for her please) and start over at square one, which she won't remember and I'll long have tried to put out of my memory). So, at this point, here is where she will stay. I pray our Lord takes her in her sleep soon before her final demise becomes a painful turmoil for her and those that love her.
I have told my daughter when the time comes, if it does indeed come, not to care for me in her home...she has my blessing to put me in as nice a home as my finances allow, come see me every now and then, and go...live her life and live it well.
Its such a personal decision, but there are choices and options.
Blessings caregivers!!
You know, it’s interesting because often my children would see me caring for my mom and say, “Mom, one day we will care for you like you cared for grandma.” I said to them, “Like Hell you will! Thanks but no thanks. I want you to live your life for you.” I think they were puzzled by my comments at first but now have told me thanks.
Life gets complicated at times, doesn’t it.
By the way my mom also has Parkinson's disease. I cared for her nearly 15 years in my home. She will be placed in a facility. I’ve had a complicated relationship with siblings too. Now no relationship. It’s for the best. Some relationships are toxic.
I had just a year before, returned to my beloved, adopted home state of Arizona, so I was out of the picture, mostly, and didn't really understand that Dad had to be placed in a senior care facility, of which I knew nothing.
Next thing I learn is a phone call from Mother....Dad had passed. No one, apparently, was there with him....very sad indeed.
Life changed for me then....I realized that Mother needed help. So, I began to live in both places....she was in California, so an 8 hour drive got me to her. I would live with her for 2-3 weeks, cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. Then I'd return home for a out 10 days to help my husband with the cats, as he was working full time then.
I did this dual life for about 2 1/2 years....then my sister list her job and her home, needed work and a place. So, Mother and I have her what we could....I was working as a paid caregiver, I gave that position to my sister. My mother welcomed my sister to come live there with her.
It went well, at first. Then things went south....they didn't get along so well, and my sister found out that she's no caregiver....she told me that herself.
Long story short, we had a blow up....and in a few months, my husband and I moved Mother from California to Arizona....with us. I wouldn't even EVER consider placing my dear, sweet mom in a rest home or nursing facility!! No way!! We lived together....she was always my dear earth angel....I love her so much....I did my absolute utmost to take the best care of her, in Jesus name....He was with me...and gave me the grace to do my utmost for Him. I have zero regrets, but one. I was unable to return my mother to her beloved Redondo Beach....😥. I didn't have a million bucks to do it for her, still don't. But, if I had the money, you can be sure I would've gotten her a final home in Redondo. That is my only regret. She deserved Everything, and more....she's the most wonderful woman that God ever made, and I was deeply blessed to have had her as my mother, and best friend for as long as I did.
Our mothers gave us their all....they chose Life for us! And sacrificed everything for us.....the least we can do for them is come alongside and help them, and love them when they are old, feeble and weak. It's the very least we can do! I wish I could do it all over again. God bless all of you dedicated caregivers!
Be at peace knowing that you did your very best. Your mom would want for you to be at peace as much as you desire for her to Rest In Peace.
Not everyone would have been as selfless as you, Llama. It wouldn’t have even been possible for some to move away from their own homes due to various circumstances. Glad you were able to do so. Obviously you made it a priority in your life.
I have a friend that is probably close to your MILs age and she says: a daughter's your daughter all her life, your son's your son until he takes a wife.
I think that they take that to extremes and that is why daughters are expected to give up their lives to care for aging parents.
Your story made me think of this.
I spent the last 10 years helping my aging parents with bills, organizing repairs, home help, cleaners etc. as well as contributing to their finances. After Dad died Mom wanted to stay in the large family home but with health issues, isolation, lack of transportation, and a home needing expensive repairs we were concerned that she was not safe living alone, nor could she afford to live that way. Her expenses were larger than her income.
She stayed with me for a few weeks after her last hospital stay so I could assess if she was able to take care of herself. It was not a happy experience. My home is too small for her medical equipment, she was timing her meds to suit herself, watched TV all day long, talked non-stop when I was home, didn’t like the food I prepared. There was a constant stream of PT workers, nurses, home aids etc for her post op recovery. I was miserable.
Every time I left the house she was alone so I had to worry about that. She had a medical alert bracelet but couldn’t figure out how to unlock my doors! She has a cell phone but keeps turning the volume down when she slips it in her pocket and didn’t answer when I called.
I will admit that I am too selfish to want to take on the 24/7 care an elderly person requires. It really is nonstop. Yes, she took care of me when I was a child but she was a healthy young woman, I am 65 and beginning to have my own health concerns. I am beginning the process of finding a new place to live, to step down to a condo or senior apartment for myself so I don’t have to worry about yard work or maintenance of a home.
Long story here but Mom was persuaded to try Assisted Living for a few weeks. We visited several places, she chose the one she felt most comfortable in and after a year has settled in. She has company when she wants it, activities and games, meals, laundry and housekeeping, etc. as well as 24/7 assistance if needed. Best of all she is taking her meds as ordered under the supervision of a nurse. We sold her big house and the funds are paying her bills.
I am still on call for hair appointments, errands, shopping, bill paying and often feel like her personal assistant! But now I can visit, chat, reminisce and enjoy her company then go out and live my life.