Today feeling sad - knowing that i am loosing another spring. When I look back I can remember ‘the call’ to take on caring for my mum (dementia and denial) - and my fear, my fighting with myself, the anxiety, the dread ….and somehow I got over that ..got used to the ’crisis’ call outs, the gradual taking over things like medication, shopping, bills paying, continual fixing and sorting out, the little deceptions to get here to accept supports ….now there is a deep weary acceptance of helping my mum through dementia .. on her way home (at 93 she “don’t want to be here”).
people say “give yourself a break - look after yourself” … but they just don’t know … that when you get to the acceptance place of being a carer ..your own life is subsumed by that of another.. if I am not with my mother I am sorting something for her … I carry her with me in my head ALWAYS …trying to plan where I can while dreading the next ‘issue’ or ‘crisis’ ..like so many I keep my mobile on but dread that it will be a call from her.
There is no spring for me , or summer they are hers …..part of my stolen / lost years … the life we as carers give up when we accept the role !
wishing you all some joy, some quiet and peaceful moments in your caring
pete
people say “give yourself a break - look after yourself” … but they just don’t know … that when you get to the acceptance place of being a carer ..your own life is subsumed by that of another.. if I am not with my mother I am sorting something for her … I carry her with me in my head ALWAYS …trying to plan where I can while dreading the next ‘issue’ or ‘crisis’ ..like so many I keep my mobile on but dread that it will be a call from her.
There is no spring for me , or summer they are hers …..part of my stolen / lost years … the life we as carers give up when we accept the role !
wishing you all some joy, some quiet and peaceful moments in your caring
pete