Hi,
I really could do with some advice and viewpoints as I'm not sure if I'm being overly dramatic. Sorry in advance for the length.
My mum passed away at the end of May from Lewy Body and I was her live-in carer until she was sectioned but I was still very involved in her care as I was her LPA etc. I loved her so much but caring for her was...very rough.
By a crappy co-incidence, my stepdad also has alzheimers and we live together - not by choice. It was Mum's house and has been left to me but right now it's going through probate and will go into a trust but they are looking to get rid of this hopefully.
My stepdad has carers x4 daily although these are temporary and he's being financially assessed for permanent carers as he has very limited funds (from my understanding) so he can't afford to go into care and I've been told the new 'aim' is people staying in their homes. He has very limited mobility. He's miserable. Doesn't want to live. Has no interest in anything or anyone. He'd never been social but now he's worse. He's extremely crabby if carers are late - I'm sure most of you understand the types of issues.
I'm emotionally, mentally, physically drained, burnt-out but because I live here, I'm constantly on-tap to everyone involved in his care - carers, OTs, nurses, physio, social worker etc etc - they act like my only purpose is to be his carer, that I provide information for them, and do their job. I'm really struggling with depression and grief. I'm *constantly* interrupted by people and feel like I'm being pushed out of my own house. The house smells of cheap ready meals and his commode. They leave the door open when he's on it, so the smell goes everywhere.
No one visits.
I'm stuck in a house that's too expensive to run, needs repairs that I can't afford, that's cold (literally). That is a shell of the house I grew up in. I can't sell it due to probate (and people objecting to mum's will - yet another stress) but also it'd mean kicking him out and I'd feel like a nasty person kicking out an 84 man with dementia. So I'm trapped here. I have no money until I sell the house.
I'm not close to him - he's a fairly cold person, doesn't do emotion - he never once mentioned mum's name after she was sectioned and only gave me a shrug when I told him mum died. Plus he's always been passive-aggressive with me and a bully at times. He's a mood hoover and creates a really unpleasant atmosphere. The smell is awful. The house is cold, dead. Everything is tied to Bill and his care. People are constantly in and out. Nurses etc constantly ring. I explain his daughter is his LPA and next of kin. They procede to ask me tons of questions regaurdless. I can't plan or do things. I am even wary to go down and get a meal because I don't know when the carers come, if so will they need my help for xyz etc. And now his physio is working he's shuffling round with his zimmer and when he falls again it'll be me who has to deal with everything - last time was an eight-hour wait for paramedics and I couldn't leave him because he goes unconscious. No one thinks that having him mobile might not be safe or good for me.
My depression has gotten worse in the last few months and really bad in the last few weeks. He's beginning to be more mobile with a Zimmer frame but that means he just takes over a space. He has his own annex (lounge/bedroom, kitchen, utility space and bathroom) but his carers constantly go in the main kitchen and I can't really use it when they're in there - and if I am, I get sucked into helping.
What really irritates me is the nurses, he's had a lot of issues with his catheter, bags etc. They keep trying to get me to empty and drain them 'it's so easy' they say. They want me to say if he needs nursing care - how would I know? I have zero medical training. And it's over and over. I know that if I do one thing I'll do more and more and I'll end up as his primary carer. I'm not assertive and terrible with boundaries. I didn't ask for help with mum until it was too late and I was on my knees.
Right now he has a UTI due to his catheter - I was on the phone with nurses last night and this morning - I only had bits of info from the carer and they seemed to think I knew about catheters, how they work etc. The thing that *really* ticked me off was I was then asked if I could go check my stepdad's catheter. For me this felt very inappropriate to even ask me. I told them I didn't feel comfortable seeing my step-dad's genitals and then she reluctantly agreed to come out and check on him.
Am I being too sensitive - is it a normal thing to be asked to do? Is that unfair of me?
Along with my depression I also have CFS and ADHD (recently diagnosed so no medication yet) and I'm on ESA because of them, so I have very little money and can't just move out to get away. My stepdad has two children who are both his LPAs but because they don't live here, I get all the phone calls, I'm the one the carers call up to constantly. I'm tired of it. I've even had times when I'm on the toilet and they call up and I tell them I'll be down in a moment and they *kept* calling from the stairs. I just want to scream.
I had virtually no privacy or life with my mum due to her severe depression, need to be around me constantly (she couldn't cope after my sister's death eight years ago) and even when she was sectioned and eventually went into care, I had to deal with non-stop phonecalls etc, and she could get quite aggressive. I don't want to be bothered. I also hate they keep calling his my dad (my actual dad died when I was seven) and seem to assume we have a brilliant relationship and because I live here there's nothing for me to do other than care for my stepdad. He's also started being aggressive at nighttime - like mum, and the carers call me to help with that. Luckily it's only been a few times, but it's very stressful because it takes me back to mum's aggression and the night she was sectioned (police were involved) - I don't want to remember or relive that awful, awful time.
I just feel so utterly thred-bare and that I'm on the verge of a breakdown. I miss my mum. I try to let various people involved with his care know but they don't listen. I also don't want to tick off my step-siblings by stating bluntly I can't want to care for him due to exhaustion and him being a jerk. I need even the limited help and also things are veyr complicated with my mum's will - everyone has a lawyer and wants a share of the house (it is legally my mum's, morgage paid by her alone). I can't sell the house (which I desperately want/need to) because of my stepdad having no place to go - he also (apparently) has no funds for a care home (he's been very deceptive about money, habitually being in debt etc).
Friends and neighbors have said I need to be blunt to the point of rudeness that I will NOT be his carer in any capacity unless it's an emergency. I really, really struggle to say that. Today was really the first time I said no (over checking his catheta) - it made me so uncomfortable, both to say no, but also that I was asked in the first place. I've had nurses outright say 'you can empty his bag/change his bag' and I stand there desperately trying to think of a reason not - as I said, he *does* have carers - but there have been a lot of issues over night-bags (they say they don't change them etc, nurses say they should etc).
I basically stay up in my room to avoid all the care people - not that it always works. Last week I was having my zoom session with my counselor - and I was interrupted by a carer due a blown lightbulb, the nurse on the phone asking about some random stuff, and someone else, I can't remember who but it was about my stepdad. I can't unplug the phone as it's connected to the fall alarm. It's like I'm not a person. That I have no needs. I sometimes feel I'm going insane.
Can anyone give any advice? I'm sorry for such a long moaning whiny rant. I just don't know what to do. The worst thing is, it what it's making me become. I don't know how long I'm going to be stuck in this situation. What if my stepdad lives another six years, or more? I'll go out of my mind. Not to mention on a practical level I can't afford the house which needs more and more repairs - which I have to somewhere find money from. He pays utilities but not any repairs, food etc. I don't know if he'll even pay utilities if if he has to pay for his care- I can't afford the utilities. I just can't. His daughter is now in charge of his fiances and money is a huge sore-point in our family.
There's been no gap between being mum's carer, her death and my stepdad needing care and I just can't cope. On previous posts I made about my situation people have recommended contacting adult social services who are now dealing with him but everyone - it seems - like they just want me to do all the care or at least be constantly available to help.
Maybe I'm being unfair. I don't know. I know I get highly anxious constantly due to my ADHD and can catastrophize things. Can anyone offer advice? Can anyone suggest how I can put in boundaries or even give suggestions of what they could be. Sorry again for length of post.
ETA: thank you so much for the responses so far, I'll try to reply tomorrow. Just the clarify a few things:
My step-sister is involved with his care, to a degree. It's the immediate things I have to deal with - finding things, fixing things, complications etc. There are some issues between her and her dad so I think she's unconsciously holding herself back a bit, but also because I'm always here there's an assumption I can fix things. I just get really, really tired.
My step-dad does have proper, paid carers but they are currently interim after he was released from hospital. They are trying to put together perminant carers. Some are really good, some not so much. I have nothing but admiration for carers who make it their career, but when you live with someone you can't just go home.
Reguarding checking his catheter. This freaked me out. I'm uncoordinated. Messy. I'd end up doing it wrong - we have trained carers who still mess up his catheter. I didn't go into medicine or health. I had a very steep learning curve with mum and I did a lot of the no-limits personal. I loved her, very much, my stepdad ignored mum after she was sectioned, they had a miserable marriage and never once offered any support whileI was caring for her. I also have personal issues why I didn't want to see his privates (no SA but still issues), so perhaps I'm a bit too sensitive?
Thank you again for the support
I really could do with some advice and viewpoints as I'm not sure if I'm being overly dramatic. Sorry in advance for the length.
My mum passed away at the end of May from Lewy Body and I was her live-in carer until she was sectioned but I was still very involved in her care as I was her LPA etc. I loved her so much but caring for her was...very rough.
By a crappy co-incidence, my stepdad also has alzheimers and we live together - not by choice. It was Mum's house and has been left to me but right now it's going through probate and will go into a trust but they are looking to get rid of this hopefully.
My stepdad has carers x4 daily although these are temporary and he's being financially assessed for permanent carers as he has very limited funds (from my understanding) so he can't afford to go into care and I've been told the new 'aim' is people staying in their homes. He has very limited mobility. He's miserable. Doesn't want to live. Has no interest in anything or anyone. He'd never been social but now he's worse. He's extremely crabby if carers are late - I'm sure most of you understand the types of issues.
I'm emotionally, mentally, physically drained, burnt-out but because I live here, I'm constantly on-tap to everyone involved in his care - carers, OTs, nurses, physio, social worker etc etc - they act like my only purpose is to be his carer, that I provide information for them, and do their job. I'm really struggling with depression and grief. I'm *constantly* interrupted by people and feel like I'm being pushed out of my own house. The house smells of cheap ready meals and his commode. They leave the door open when he's on it, so the smell goes everywhere.
No one visits.
I'm stuck in a house that's too expensive to run, needs repairs that I can't afford, that's cold (literally). That is a shell of the house I grew up in. I can't sell it due to probate (and people objecting to mum's will - yet another stress) but also it'd mean kicking him out and I'd feel like a nasty person kicking out an 84 man with dementia. So I'm trapped here. I have no money until I sell the house.
I'm not close to him - he's a fairly cold person, doesn't do emotion - he never once mentioned mum's name after she was sectioned and only gave me a shrug when I told him mum died. Plus he's always been passive-aggressive with me and a bully at times. He's a mood hoover and creates a really unpleasant atmosphere. The smell is awful. The house is cold, dead. Everything is tied to Bill and his care. People are constantly in and out. Nurses etc constantly ring. I explain his daughter is his LPA and next of kin. They procede to ask me tons of questions regaurdless. I can't plan or do things. I am even wary to go down and get a meal because I don't know when the carers come, if so will they need my help for xyz etc. And now his physio is working he's shuffling round with his zimmer and when he falls again it'll be me who has to deal with everything - last time was an eight-hour wait for paramedics and I couldn't leave him because he goes unconscious. No one thinks that having him mobile might not be safe or good for me.
My depression has gotten worse in the last few months and really bad in the last few weeks. He's beginning to be more mobile with a Zimmer frame but that means he just takes over a space. He has his own annex (lounge/bedroom, kitchen, utility space and bathroom) but his carers constantly go in the main kitchen and I can't really use it when they're in there - and if I am, I get sucked into helping.
What really irritates me is the nurses, he's had a lot of issues with his catheter, bags etc. They keep trying to get me to empty and drain them 'it's so easy' they say. They want me to say if he needs nursing care - how would I know? I have zero medical training. And it's over and over. I know that if I do one thing I'll do more and more and I'll end up as his primary carer. I'm not assertive and terrible with boundaries. I didn't ask for help with mum until it was too late and I was on my knees.
Right now he has a UTI due to his catheter - I was on the phone with nurses last night and this morning - I only had bits of info from the carer and they seemed to think I knew about catheters, how they work etc. The thing that *really* ticked me off was I was then asked if I could go check my stepdad's catheter. For me this felt very inappropriate to even ask me. I told them I didn't feel comfortable seeing my step-dad's genitals and then she reluctantly agreed to come out and check on him.
Am I being too sensitive - is it a normal thing to be asked to do? Is that unfair of me?
Along with my depression I also have CFS and ADHD (recently diagnosed so no medication yet) and I'm on ESA because of them, so I have very little money and can't just move out to get away. My stepdad has two children who are both his LPAs but because they don't live here, I get all the phone calls, I'm the one the carers call up to constantly. I'm tired of it. I've even had times when I'm on the toilet and they call up and I tell them I'll be down in a moment and they *kept* calling from the stairs. I just want to scream.
I had virtually no privacy or life with my mum due to her severe depression, need to be around me constantly (she couldn't cope after my sister's death eight years ago) and even when she was sectioned and eventually went into care, I had to deal with non-stop phonecalls etc, and she could get quite aggressive. I don't want to be bothered. I also hate they keep calling his my dad (my actual dad died when I was seven) and seem to assume we have a brilliant relationship and because I live here there's nothing for me to do other than care for my stepdad. He's also started being aggressive at nighttime - like mum, and the carers call me to help with that. Luckily it's only been a few times, but it's very stressful because it takes me back to mum's aggression and the night she was sectioned (police were involved) - I don't want to remember or relive that awful, awful time.
I just feel so utterly thred-bare and that I'm on the verge of a breakdown. I miss my mum. I try to let various people involved with his care know but they don't listen. I also don't want to tick off my step-siblings by stating bluntly I can't want to care for him due to exhaustion and him being a jerk. I need even the limited help and also things are veyr complicated with my mum's will - everyone has a lawyer and wants a share of the house (it is legally my mum's, morgage paid by her alone). I can't sell the house (which I desperately want/need to) because of my stepdad having no place to go - he also (apparently) has no funds for a care home (he's been very deceptive about money, habitually being in debt etc).
Friends and neighbors have said I need to be blunt to the point of rudeness that I will NOT be his carer in any capacity unless it's an emergency. I really, really struggle to say that. Today was really the first time I said no (over checking his catheta) - it made me so uncomfortable, both to say no, but also that I was asked in the first place. I've had nurses outright say 'you can empty his bag/change his bag' and I stand there desperately trying to think of a reason not - as I said, he *does* have carers - but there have been a lot of issues over night-bags (they say they don't change them etc, nurses say they should etc).
I basically stay up in my room to avoid all the care people - not that it always works. Last week I was having my zoom session with my counselor - and I was interrupted by a carer due a blown lightbulb, the nurse on the phone asking about some random stuff, and someone else, I can't remember who but it was about my stepdad. I can't unplug the phone as it's connected to the fall alarm. It's like I'm not a person. That I have no needs. I sometimes feel I'm going insane.
Can anyone give any advice? I'm sorry for such a long moaning whiny rant. I just don't know what to do. The worst thing is, it what it's making me become. I don't know how long I'm going to be stuck in this situation. What if my stepdad lives another six years, or more? I'll go out of my mind. Not to mention on a practical level I can't afford the house which needs more and more repairs - which I have to somewhere find money from. He pays utilities but not any repairs, food etc. I don't know if he'll even pay utilities if if he has to pay for his care- I can't afford the utilities. I just can't. His daughter is now in charge of his fiances and money is a huge sore-point in our family.
There's been no gap between being mum's carer, her death and my stepdad needing care and I just can't cope. On previous posts I made about my situation people have recommended contacting adult social services who are now dealing with him but everyone - it seems - like they just want me to do all the care or at least be constantly available to help.
Maybe I'm being unfair. I don't know. I know I get highly anxious constantly due to my ADHD and can catastrophize things. Can anyone offer advice? Can anyone suggest how I can put in boundaries or even give suggestions of what they could be. Sorry again for length of post.
ETA: thank you so much for the responses so far, I'll try to reply tomorrow. Just the clarify a few things:
My step-sister is involved with his care, to a degree. It's the immediate things I have to deal with - finding things, fixing things, complications etc. There are some issues between her and her dad so I think she's unconsciously holding herself back a bit, but also because I'm always here there's an assumption I can fix things. I just get really, really tired.
My step-dad does have proper, paid carers but they are currently interim after he was released from hospital. They are trying to put together perminant carers. Some are really good, some not so much. I have nothing but admiration for carers who make it their career, but when you live with someone you can't just go home.
Reguarding checking his catheter. This freaked me out. I'm uncoordinated. Messy. I'd end up doing it wrong - we have trained carers who still mess up his catheter. I didn't go into medicine or health. I had a very steep learning curve with mum and I did a lot of the no-limits personal. I loved her, very much, my stepdad ignored mum after she was sectioned, they had a miserable marriage and never once offered any support whileI was caring for her. I also have personal issues why I didn't want to see his privates (no SA but still issues), so perhaps I'm a bit too sensitive?
Thank you again for the support
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