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Battleaxe is subtle. You are far too kind, IMHO
took my dad to buy a new belt last night at Macy's. It was a demeaning experience. I need time to recover just from that one "good deed".
Is this how he's always been, or is this just since he's had dementia?
I'm so thankful for this community of caregivers sharing thoughts and suggestions!
The exasperating behaviors resulting from significant brain damage! Like grunting, groaning, yelling out for hours at a time, including overnight.
Fighting off any attempts to provide personal cares. So its always a battle.
And finally - family, friends and neighbors assume I have time to take care of their needs, because they assume I'm at home all day with nothing to do! They have no idea how drained I am, physically and emotionally, every day!
Or a convenience to men.
What if you were another brother?
If you drink, you deserve to have your kids abandon you when you're old and infirm. Those drinks are actively contributing to your future dementia.
If you don't save up AT LEAST $250,000 (that's in addition to your social security checks) for assisted living, then you'll get put in a Medicaid bed next to some other coughing patient for God knows how many years. Don't expect to move in with a relative. That's cruel.
I'm wasting my time typing this. The people who need to read this aren't reading this.
I like to simply reply "Yes". Accompanied with a fake smile 😁
Some elders use verbal sparring for entertainment, to relieve boredom. I once met an old lady like this.. a nurse asked if she needed help opening her banana. "It's not a banana" came the swift reply. Nurse says something like Oh my mistake. Do you need help opening that yellow piece of food?
Old lady says " It's a BANANA. Don't you KNOW what it is??"
🙄😭🤣
I'm sorry if you have felt that way
You’ve written a beautiful and heartfelt post, and G-D will most certainly forgive you for having periodic human frustrations at the very difficult situation. I truly admire your positive outlook. I wish I could absorb some of that and apply it to how I feel. Maybe someday I’ll look back and see something positive about what I’ve been doing for my aunt for all these years. From what I can tell, she’s never noticed.
Hugs to you, JB
You & Sis paddling Mother's canoe down the river with an oar each. Hard work but moving forward.
When the time comes that one of you needs a rest (or stop completely) you may end up paddling in a circle..
Sometimes you gotta tie the canoe to the riverbank before your shoulders wear out & you all capsize.
🛶🌳
My mom has demensia and 4th stage lung cancer. I have lived with her for over 10 years. It's getting harder as she moans all day/night, won't eat or take her meds but when older brother gets here she's absolutely fine and only 1 extra strength tylenol all day instead of liquid morphine?!!! So? Why is that?
Everyone says she's playing me. I'm exausted. My voice sounds angry, irritated, frustrated and then he tells me off. I just spent 3 weeks full time with her while he vacationed in Florida. It was hell. He comes back and voila she's fine. Thank you listening to me rant. I love my mom with all my heart but I have no life. I do have 2 grandchildren and a new bf. I'm trying so hard. It's always about her...always has been. We used to be friends and now it's like I'm just the one who gets to clean up after everyone like usual while brother dearest gets to see the smiles. Jealous? Maybe but I don't like that emotion and never have been but what does anyone think? Am I a terrible daughter?
Take a vacation! Let older brother deal with it all for a week or two....
Caregiving is the worst job I have ever had, I dont want it and I hate that there are no days off.....
I NEED time alone to revive, and it is sorely lacking in my life with husbands ALZ.
You are giving up your life.
Mom was easy to care for, she had dementia but only made it a few months, and while they were hard, I appreciated them and I think she appreciated me.
My father was a completely different experience. He had 4 major trauma's: blindness, losing mom, losing driving and losing his hobby of caring for a ranch. He was stubborn, angry, resentful and most of all refused every bit of help I offered him. The 2 happiest times were when he went away for 6 weeks to a VA program (he loved it, then afterword, told me how much it sucked) and when I got him on Zoloft (he was happy, really happy, so, of course he stopped after 30 days).
If I could go back in time I would set up a Conservatorship, sold the ranch, and disappeared. This would have broken him further but maybe then I wouldn't have been broken too? Did I mention that I had a job that was terrible and that he'd curl up in a ball of worry over his mail every time I talked about a new job? And that the only joy he'd find would be riding a trike while blind?
I don't remember much, if any, happiness in caregiving for him. I was alone and it was way too much to carry.
Thank you
to just change my attitude and “find the humor”
in it. Not that I don’t laugh about it sometimes, but it’s not the cure all some
people seem
to think it is.