Mum (85) as many of you will know is recovering (???) from carer breakdown after caring for dad (86, Picks disease) for many years.
I continue to, struggle with having become her carer - after her breakdown steering her through the psychiatric system and out of the other side, through temporary placement in a ghastly care home to her assisted living flat which is lovely (but not to her)
She is lonely - of course she is. She misses her husband - I miss my dad. Everything has changed - I know that too.
The sheer frustration I feel though is down to the fact that everything which has been done which could potentially help her is refused / cancelled / curtailed or turned away in some form or another. Not in an obvious way though - she does it almost secretly and makes her excuses along the way as to why she doesn't want/need it.
For example(s)
Visits from the Community Psychiatric Team to find her some activities to help with the loneliness
Sessions with (lovely) psychologist to help her talk about her problems - to try to come to terms with things
Activities within her housing complex
Calling a helpline when she feels lonely and wants a chat
I could scream (and I do)
I know ALL these things are out of my control.
It doesn't remove the frustration ....
I sat today and watched her cry - I felt nothing but more frustration ... and this made me feel even worse.
I have managed to peel off two weekdays for myself when I do not see her as I have to work - I am working up to one weekend day to spend time with my family but every time I mention it she cries, or asks if whatever I am doing can she come along too - or I get 20 questions about what I am actually doing and why cant I fit in a visit to her - so much so that I begin to question it myself.
It feels like the only way this will end is when she dies and it also sounds awful saying (or rather writing) THAT out loud.
*sigh*
Had a rough day
I continue to, struggle with having become her carer - after her breakdown steering her through the psychiatric system and out of the other side, through temporary placement in a ghastly care home to her assisted living flat which is lovely (but not to her)
She is lonely - of course she is. She misses her husband - I miss my dad. Everything has changed - I know that too.
The sheer frustration I feel though is down to the fact that everything which has been done which could potentially help her is refused / cancelled / curtailed or turned away in some form or another. Not in an obvious way though - she does it almost secretly and makes her excuses along the way as to why she doesn't want/need it.
For example(s)
Visits from the Community Psychiatric Team to find her some activities to help with the loneliness
Not her cup of tea / the wrong time of day / too loud / doesn't like the people. She went once to a social club.
Sessions with (lovely) psychologist to help her talk about her problems - to try to come to terms with things
Cancelled after two and a half sessions. 'They ask me too many questions and it gets on my nerves. How can what happened in my past have anything to do with how I feel now?' ... and yet she bottles everything up and tells me. I can't cope with it - I've been having counselling myself since APRIL!
Activities within her housing complex
Again - not her thing, too late, too early - wrong people etc etc
Calling a helpline when she feels lonely and wants a chat
They don't know her / they're not family / they're only on the end of the phone and not there
I could scream (and I do)
I know ALL these things are out of my control.
I know that SHE has to make an effort towards her own recovery.
I know I cannot do it for her
It doesn't remove the frustration ....
I sat today and watched her cry - I felt nothing but more frustration ... and this made me feel even worse.
I have managed to peel off two weekdays for myself when I do not see her as I have to work - I am working up to one weekend day to spend time with my family but every time I mention it she cries, or asks if whatever I am doing can she come along too - or I get 20 questions about what I am actually doing and why cant I fit in a visit to her - so much so that I begin to question it myself.
It feels like the only way this will end is when she dies and it also sounds awful saying (or rather writing) THAT out loud.
*sigh*
Had a rough day