I don't know where to come in on this. There have been some things said on the supporting threads that I really didn't understand.
My beloved, wonderful dad died in 2005. Days before he died he said to me "Watch out for your mum, she is losing it". I had not a clue what he meant. I only know that they had been married for 55 years and in that time my dad had done everything he could to make life good for my mum. She was his priority. So when he died, she was my priority too. I took over where he left off.
At first it was all normal stuff. I took her shopping every week cos she had no transport to do it herself, and she came to us every Sunday for a meal. It was then that I realised how utterly boring she was. No conversation. It had always been my dad making the conversation, with mum nodding here and there. But now she was on her own it was dreadful. I thought, crikey, is this what my dad endured for 55 years?
But I carried on. Soon she was diagnosed with AD, found wandering at night, care home needed. I chose one I thought dad would approve of. I looked out for her. Fought her corner when there were problems. Sorted out the finances. Made sure she had decent clothes. Organised visits from rellies. Took her out to the park. Brought her to my home on occasions, with great anxiety as to how it might work - or not. It worked.
I didn't want to do any of it. I got no thanks for it. Only "I don't want to be here, why have you put me here", and similar. I was waiting for the "your dad would never have put me here", but once she was diagnosed with AD she forgot him completely. Those 55 years never existed again. My dad was never mentioned.
So I did it out of duty. The question of her choosing someone else to do it couldn't arise. There was no-one else. Just me. I did a good job. But I didn't want to do it. I did it cos my dad would have expected me to. I did my duty.
I don't need to apologise to anyone for that. I don't need to justify it. I don't say I got pleasure out of it. But yes, I was proud of myself for rising to the challenge of caring for someone that I had rather not had the need to care for.
My mother never knew any of this. She thought I did it cos I was a loving daughter. She was always glad to see me, had trust in me too, she knew I would sort out any problems for her. Which I did.
I don't much like some of the comments on this post about people who look after loved ones and would rather not do it. And I definitely don't like the comment that if you can't be looked after by someone who loves you, they can stuff their duty where the sun don't shine. I could very easily have stuffed my duty there. Who would have looked after my mum then? King Kong? or maybe Gordon Brown? Don't tell me that I did wrong in looking after my mother despite not loving her. Get lost.
Margaret
My beloved, wonderful dad died in 2005. Days before he died he said to me "Watch out for your mum, she is losing it". I had not a clue what he meant. I only know that they had been married for 55 years and in that time my dad had done everything he could to make life good for my mum. She was his priority. So when he died, she was my priority too. I took over where he left off.
At first it was all normal stuff. I took her shopping every week cos she had no transport to do it herself, and she came to us every Sunday for a meal. It was then that I realised how utterly boring she was. No conversation. It had always been my dad making the conversation, with mum nodding here and there. But now she was on her own it was dreadful. I thought, crikey, is this what my dad endured for 55 years?
But I carried on. Soon she was diagnosed with AD, found wandering at night, care home needed. I chose one I thought dad would approve of. I looked out for her. Fought her corner when there were problems. Sorted out the finances. Made sure she had decent clothes. Organised visits from rellies. Took her out to the park. Brought her to my home on occasions, with great anxiety as to how it might work - or not. It worked.
I didn't want to do any of it. I got no thanks for it. Only "I don't want to be here, why have you put me here", and similar. I was waiting for the "your dad would never have put me here", but once she was diagnosed with AD she forgot him completely. Those 55 years never existed again. My dad was never mentioned.
So I did it out of duty. The question of her choosing someone else to do it couldn't arise. There was no-one else. Just me. I did a good job. But I didn't want to do it. I did it cos my dad would have expected me to. I did my duty.
I don't need to apologise to anyone for that. I don't need to justify it. I don't say I got pleasure out of it. But yes, I was proud of myself for rising to the challenge of caring for someone that I had rather not had the need to care for.
My mother never knew any of this. She thought I did it cos I was a loving daughter. She was always glad to see me, had trust in me too, she knew I would sort out any problems for her. Which I did.
I don't much like some of the comments on this post about people who look after loved ones and would rather not do it. And I definitely don't like the comment that if you can't be looked after by someone who loves you, they can stuff their duty where the sun don't shine. I could very easily have stuffed my duty there. Who would have looked after my mum then? King Kong? or maybe Gordon Brown? Don't tell me that I did wrong in looking after my mother despite not loving her. Get lost.
Margaret