I write this here because I can. No one will judge me, and it helps me to be honest with myself.
I am torn. At the moment I don't want to do this any more. But things aren't so simple, and I know Mum will not take the transition into care well. But, you know, I would like to be free of this. It has been four years.... most of it an honour and a pleasure..... but right now, I am so conflicted.
My needs and Mum's needs differ. I wish it weren't so.
To make it worse, she thanked me for being such a loving daughter and looking after her so beautifully. And I? I would like things to be different.
Four days ago, I emailed my siblings to inform them of her ongoing decline (mental faculties, to be precise), asking if they would like updates. No one answered. So I re-sent it last night, just in case they were busy or didn't get round to replying.
I don't resent them one bit. Not at all. Nor would I change places. I just don't understand how they have the capacity to shut their eyes, hearts and minds to their mother.
Physically I have symptoms too. A nasty pain in my left cheek bone that sometimes migrates to my left temple. A stone in my belly.
And tomorrow is another big, busy day. To face, to be professional, to escape in to, even to enjoy. But at the end of it I am so so so tired, because the emotional load I carry is too big, just at the moment. So torn. So sore of heart.
Thank you for reading. Hugs to all and hope you are having a tolerable, even enjoyable day. BE
I am torn. At the moment I don't want to do this any more. But things aren't so simple, and I know Mum will not take the transition into care well. But, you know, I would like to be free of this. It has been four years.... most of it an honour and a pleasure..... but right now, I am so conflicted.
My needs and Mum's needs differ. I wish it weren't so.
To make it worse, she thanked me for being such a loving daughter and looking after her so beautifully. And I? I would like things to be different.
Four days ago, I emailed my siblings to inform them of her ongoing decline (mental faculties, to be precise), asking if they would like updates. No one answered. So I re-sent it last night, just in case they were busy or didn't get round to replying.
I don't resent them one bit. Not at all. Nor would I change places. I just don't understand how they have the capacity to shut their eyes, hearts and minds to their mother.
Physically I have symptoms too. A nasty pain in my left cheek bone that sometimes migrates to my left temple. A stone in my belly.
And tomorrow is another big, busy day. To face, to be professional, to escape in to, even to enjoy. But at the end of it I am so so so tired, because the emotional load I carry is too big, just at the moment. So torn. So sore of heart.
Thank you for reading. Hugs to all and hope you are having a tolerable, even enjoyable day. BE
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