How do all you lovely people stay so sane and caring?
I know that, compared to most people here, I still have it comparatively easy. My mum was diagnosed with the early stages of Alzheimer’s last year, it is still mild and she is fully able to live independently in her own home (the family home of over 45 years). But she hates living alone and is going slowly down hill and after a couple of melt-downs at the end of last year we have started a new routine of nightly phone calls and more regular visits. We go down to mum’s once a month (she’s 200 miles away) and in between she comes up to us once a month (she is still able to catch the train and gets free first class train travel). So she sees us every other weekend. She really likes this and I think it is helping her cope with the illness.
The trouble is I think I am turning into Kevin the teenager (well a 40-something version anyway). I am struggling to cope even with this very low level of helping to look after mum and I’m terrified that as her condition progresses I won’t be able to cope. I already find myself snapping at my husband and feeling constantly stressed and irritated after getting off the phone to mum. I’m concerned that I will end up alienating my lovely husband (who, bless him, is completely on-board with helping, and regularly drives me up and down the road to visit mum) and jeopardizing my job (which I love). I love and care about my mum, but I always feel that I am doing things for her out of duty and guilt rather than an in-built desire to care for her.
Even writing this makes me sound like the most selfish so-and-so on the planet so feel free to tell me to get a grip, but how do you all cope especially when the caring becomes more demanding? Is there anything I can do better or differently to help all of us (mum, my husband and me) cope with this? Sorry, I know I’m being pathetic.
I know that, compared to most people here, I still have it comparatively easy. My mum was diagnosed with the early stages of Alzheimer’s last year, it is still mild and she is fully able to live independently in her own home (the family home of over 45 years). But she hates living alone and is going slowly down hill and after a couple of melt-downs at the end of last year we have started a new routine of nightly phone calls and more regular visits. We go down to mum’s once a month (she’s 200 miles away) and in between she comes up to us once a month (she is still able to catch the train and gets free first class train travel). So she sees us every other weekend. She really likes this and I think it is helping her cope with the illness.
The trouble is I think I am turning into Kevin the teenager (well a 40-something version anyway). I am struggling to cope even with this very low level of helping to look after mum and I’m terrified that as her condition progresses I won’t be able to cope. I already find myself snapping at my husband and feeling constantly stressed and irritated after getting off the phone to mum. I’m concerned that I will end up alienating my lovely husband (who, bless him, is completely on-board with helping, and regularly drives me up and down the road to visit mum) and jeopardizing my job (which I love). I love and care about my mum, but I always feel that I am doing things for her out of duty and guilt rather than an in-built desire to care for her.
Even writing this makes me sound like the most selfish so-and-so on the planet so feel free to tell me to get a grip, but how do you all cope especially when the caring becomes more demanding? Is there anything I can do better or differently to help all of us (mum, my husband and me) cope with this? Sorry, I know I’m being pathetic.