I bit the bullet a few weeks ago and contacted social services to get some help with caring for mum. My post a few weeks ago described my pretty desperate situation, caring for her with 5 kids 2 of those with special needs and a full time job.
Mum is of course resistant to outside care, she agreed to me getting people that she knew so we've organised direct payment. Now every person I find willing to work is wrong in her mind. I'm worried that when care starts she's not going to let them in or us going to take it out on me more as I'm a terrible person for not moving her in with us or giving up work.
No matter how many times a day I go in or what I do it is never enough, I find myself thinking if she's so miserable I might as well give up fighting to keep her in her own home and let her go into a care home.
There are days like today when I feel close to hating my mum. I again took time iff if work to go with her to get a bra as all I've heard for about two weeks is that they don't fit , firstly she tells me she's unhappy because no one ever bothers with her or spends any time with her. Then we get to the shop and she's like oh my bra is fine now and proceeds to find fault with every bra I suggest, in worried that putting in carers I'm subjecting them to a terrible time if they can get in the door. And if she's nice to them I know I'll be in for the worst tirade for daring to bring people in.
I just don't want to live like this anymore, I feel my little girls are losing their childhood in all this
Mum is of course resistant to outside care, she agreed to me getting people that she knew so we've organised direct payment. Now every person I find willing to work is wrong in her mind. I'm worried that when care starts she's not going to let them in or us going to take it out on me more as I'm a terrible person for not moving her in with us or giving up work.
No matter how many times a day I go in or what I do it is never enough, I find myself thinking if she's so miserable I might as well give up fighting to keep her in her own home and let her go into a care home.
There are days like today when I feel close to hating my mum. I again took time iff if work to go with her to get a bra as all I've heard for about two weeks is that they don't fit , firstly she tells me she's unhappy because no one ever bothers with her or spends any time with her. Then we get to the shop and she's like oh my bra is fine now and proceeds to find fault with every bra I suggest, in worried that putting in carers I'm subjecting them to a terrible time if they can get in the door. And if she's nice to them I know I'll be in for the worst tirade for daring to bring people in.
I just don't want to live like this anymore, I feel my little girls are losing their childhood in all this