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My mom's split personality is a huge part of my stress and angst related to being her caregiver. She's so wacky, mean and abusive most of the time with me. She's basically miserable most of the time with me. With me, she has almost no short term memory. Then, whenever she goes out with me, she's like an entirely different woman, nice and sweet and jovial. I don't even recognize her. She's such a phony. But, my life is really hell because my brother and sister do nothing for my mother and see her maybe once a month for an hour. They tell me that she's fine and I must be losing it to say my mother's sick and has dementia. Also, when my mom goes to her doctor, she goes in alone and won't allow me to tell her doctor the truth about her condition, so she's getting no help for her severe mental problems.
Anyway, it's gratifying to know others are experiencing many of the difficulties I am.
Good luck and a hug.
oh yeah, they still have brain cells, i think its kind of their only form of entertaiment anymore, theyre mind is shutting down and preparing to go to the other side, but on this side, it looks like they are reverting back to being a kid. so if they act like a kid, talk to them like a parent. stern, but dont punish them. unlike a kid, they wont learn from mistakes, all you can do is kind of clean up their mess.
what you can do, keep good notes, keep reciepts and pray for strength, you have to bite your tounge a lot, it goes with the job.. people seem to forget that elderly people do this, everyone acts like dad had full brain cell, the strentgh of a 50 year old and he doesnt! it takes all his energy to put on that face for others,but you would think people would listen to you, YOU are the one that sees the real person, and this happens with everyone. i dont get why people seem so shocked when a caregiver says their behavior is different behnd closed doors.hang in there, im learning as i go along too
Despite all the ALZ awareness campaigns, many people don't see the tell-tale signs that their own family member is having serious cognitive issues. I think it's because parents naturally put on their best face for their child. They instinctively go into parenting mode and that masks some of the behaviors that provide the clues that something is wrong.
I'm still no 'expert' in detecting dementia. Some people are so gifted in putting up a good facade. I once had a long conversation with a new resident about my son's college search. We chatted in detail. She even gave me advice and some good recommendations for essay topics. The next day I saw her and struck up a conversation again. She had no idea who I was or, even when reminded, that we had spoken.
One thing I've learned is that a person with dementia is like a snowflake; there are lots of similarities, but no two manifest the disease exactly alike.
I think that's lot of times the elders don't purposely try to be difficult, but that they lose their "governor" and don't have the control of their behavior which they used to have and aren't capable of smoothly communicating what they need. I wish I had understand this when I was younger. Everyone stopped visiting my grandmother because she complained about nobody visiting her every time they visited. If I'd only known to say, "grandma, it sounds like you really get lonely", she would probably have agreed and been able to enjoy the visit!
Avid reader, I love how you used the "I" statement about your feelings with your mom. By communicating your feeling, instead of just saying you can't talk to me that way, it isn't so attacking to the other person. Good job! :-)
Also, working in a nursing home, there were people that would come in and be totally confused! The families of a couple couldn't wait to get them back home...ALONE! I was like, are you serious?? I guess at home in their normal environment they were almost completely normal~ It was only in new situations that you even noticed the behaviors or dementia~
Go figure.
Yep--our elders can really fool people who are not around them,
and even some they are around!
You are in such great company here!
So right:
we NEED validation, to help keep our sanity intact.
If we have no support persons who can do that for us,
or worse, if family, friends, etc. get sucked into the demented person's manipulations, thinking the caregiver is the wicked one,
the caregiver can lose what sanity they had, in fairly short order.
Mom has suffered from undiagnosed [to her kids' knowledge] mental illnesses all her life, triggered by her early childhood traumas, etc.
These conditions are things her family knew of, but tried to work around, while continuing to worry about her, and struggling to avoid having her labeled--in those days, it was really really bad, to have a psych tag.
She herself, admitted to one of my friends, while here, that she felt she was "a little bipolar" [really? like "a little pregnant"?!],
but would never admit that to a Doc or other family,
as she was terrified of the treatments she might be forced to take
[she was remembering electroshock therapy, frontal lobotomies, and the nasty drug side effects from the 1950's and before].
She also exhibited split personalities with fear and anger issues.
She refused to see Docs unless there was something drastically, physically wrong; no one diagnosed her, and she got no constructive help for any of it.
Compounded by substance abuses and other problems.
So I finally got her convinced to see a Doc, for an annual exam a second time, because we'd gotten notice her previous one from previous year had moved elsewhere--- "...good idea, because of how insurance is, to have a Primary Care Doc updated".
I wrote a letter to be entered into her chart, described Mom's behaviors, addictions, etc.,
and to PLEASE avoid giving her narcotic pain pills, since she has, in the past, been suicidal; has, for years, spoken about being about to die, and while staying with us, spoken of suicide again.
I made this a letter, instead of trying to buttonhole the Doc before her appointment, since I wished to preserve what was left of Mom's sense of self, etc.; I have always known how sensitive she has been about all these things--not to mention how epically angry and violent she can become when she feels crossed in any way.
So in her appointment, she suddenly flips into her "flirty girl" personality, full-tilt.
Manipulating for pain killers,
"just in case; after all, I am over 80 years old, I should be able to have some on hand, just in case!"
[she started to slip into her "end of the world as we know it" schpiel, but cut herself off just in time.].
[[eyelashes batting, head tilted down looking out from under her thinned eyelashes, coy smiles and chuckles, higher-pitched teen girl voice, swinging feet, etc]].
She never mentioned narcotics, but danced all around it, so I told the Doc,
"I think she means narcotic pain killers, Doc";
Mom didn't skip a beat, just continued with her show.
Doc excused himself for a moment to check on something.
He returned and wrote her a script, showing it briefly to me, then handing it to Mom.
She kept up the flirting.
She thanked him.
She thot she was getting a narcotic pain reliever.
[[when she was not looking, I faced the Doc and mouthed words "thank you!!!!" for his not writing a narcotic script]]
We went to the car.
She shoved the script at me, suddenly a different personality, saying "I do not know what this is, do you?"
Stupid here, so easy to get the truth out of,
---I shoulda played dumb.
But I failed to grab that moment
....instead, I told her it was "a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory--kinda like ibuprofen".
She immediately flipped into her angry-betrayed-bully-mode,
yelling, cussing, and crumpling that script into a wad and throwing it on the floorboards [she was unable to manage turning the handle to open the window, or it woulda been litter].
She continued to erupt anger the rest of the afternoon; when we got home, she cloistered in her room for a couple days, barely coming out to get food or let her potty get dumped..
Much muttering.
After 2 days, she occasionally came out to ask a question/opinion to see if I thot it was inappropriate the Doc refused her request.
I told her, I thought the Doc was being entirely appropriate,
after all, those pills he scripted were able to help with pain, which was what she'd asked for.
I later found she had rescued that script, and carried it in her purse for over a year-when it became expired....
THEN she asked if we could get it filled---
I had to tell her, now she'd need to go back to the Doc to get another one, as this was expired.
"WHAAAT?! Since when do these things expire?!?!? THEY NEVER EXPIRED WHEN I WAS IN NURSING!!!"
"Sorry, Mom, prescriptions expire at most, in 1 year, or less, depending on what it is for, and scripts have had expiration dates for over 40 years. "
She refused to go back to the Doc.
Sometime later in her stay here, the State made Medicinal MJ more easily available.
Since people cannot commit suicide on that,
and since it controls pain,
and helps with sleep, breathing, etc., which helped her do a bit more physical mobility; and
after much study on it, I asked if she wanted to try that.
She said she might, so we went thru the hoops required to get it. .
In small bottle, in liquid form.
The good part:
She got relief from all her physical and some emotional ailments with that: --pain, short breath, sleep disorder, anxiety, gastrointestinal troubles, etc..
Her mood lifted: she no longer talked of being about to die, or about stockpiling pills "to have a way out" [she could be a drama queen epic "Eeyore", but since she had tried suicide at least once that I knew of, it is to be monitored ever after].
BUT,
it failed to stop her dementia getting worse,
the only relief from her angry outbursts was when she was actually using the drops.
When not using it, she continued to flip from one personality to another, as well as cycle fairly fast between depressive and manic states,
as well as having repeated and escalating anger episodes that could last for hours.
Those did get relief, WHEN she was using that liquid.
AND, for a bit, she felt like she was in control...
--she was getting away with something
--she felt a little bit more autonomous
While this might not be something others might try,
it worked for Mom, for the rest of the time she was at our house.
She moved out of State, so can no longer get it.
Since she usually and historically, refuses regular pharmaceuticals, or fails to use them properly, that liquid was a good option for her-
--she got relief, yet caused no harm doing it.
I have yet to hear from anyone else's experience with it, so can only share her results with it.
Blessings on Caregivers!
A task not for the faint of heart.
The more we can help each other learn to do the job better,
the better we can validate,
the better we ourselves can survive to tell the tails.
{{{hugs!}}}
Chi
I totally get what you are saying!
Been thru that, too.
Sometimes, there is just no good way to resolve other family members who think they know better.
Keep sticking to the bit about letting the Doc decide what is best for Mom, since it is his business to know her health issues and how to best help those.
IT is fairly common for other family to blame the caregiver for causing the health issues, causing the trip to the ER, causing the [insert problem].
YET, those same family members will most often refuse to be a caregiver for that elder.
It is VERY common for an elder to become more confused upon moving to a different care venue
...whether it is a group home, a facility, another family member's home, or to a different room in the same house..
SOME elders gradually get better, but others remain worse in their dementia progress once moved.
It is a rotten thing to happen, but it is NO-one's fault.
It is the fault of the dementia.
If a Doc or other professional has said an elder needs cared for in a facility, or group home, etc., due to dementia, ==take their word for it==!!!
It is fairly hard to get professionals to diagnose it in the first place
--it has to be serious enough for professionals to even notice it for them to diagnose it, and recommend a move to a care home facility.