I've been caring for my Mum for five years now, and she’s been living with me for four, she has severe dementia and poor mobility issues, she’s also in continent, I’m in a situation where financially I can not put her into a care home, I can’t even afford to have Carer’s in, and yes I’ve looked into this, done too many financial assessments and the answer is always the same, so she’s basically stuck with me and I’m stuck with her till she dies basically. Me and my mother have always had a strange relationship, she didn’t always feel like a mother should, and I was12, when I realised that, she’s always been hard work, even before the dementia, to be honest I don’t even know why she bothered having me, the motherly love was basically existent, so why am I caring for her your wondering, well to be honest Guilt & I’m an only child, and since my Dad died, she’s got no one, and i really mean no one, so I have become the main and only Carer in her life. It’s not always horrible, she sometimes has good days, but her bad days are very difficult, but mostly I’m tired and fed up of the continuous monotony and I’m fed up with the abuse from her, she’s at a stage where she doesn’t know what she’s doing, or where she’s going, or who I am, and everything I say, she contests with vigour, it’s like arguing with a 2 year old, and she can been quite aggressive towards me, it’s great being slagged off to me about me, because she doesn’t know who I am and thinks I’m someone else, at 2am in the morning, I have broad shoulders, but as every day passes, they sag a little bit, I really don’t know how I’m doing it, oh and we won’t mention the incontinence, what a mess, she doesn’t care where she does it either, so I’m always bloody washing aswell.. I also have my own family, a husband who always works, a daughter with MH issues, and a son with HFASD, so life’s great. Not.. Thanks for the rant..