TheCoachman
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I care about / for my 93 year old mum - who is in early stage dementia. Both my parents were totally self centred snobs - so I left home after a levels and got on with my life. After my dad died my mother asked if a could find her a home near me. I found an over 50s flat and managed the sale of her house , purchase of flat and the move. She’s been living here for 6years now and in last 6months has been showing many signs of early dementia (confirmed by GP).
I CARE for my mum (POA twice, all her shopping, take her to her hospital appointments, take her out for the day in the car every Tuesday, bring her to my own home EVERY Sunday for a roast dinner and take her for coffee every Thursday when I finish teaching. I also manage all the incidents e.g. when she turns the thermostat to 30 and forgets to turn it down, the little incontinence accidents, the not charging her hearing aids - But I don't love her - so please agencies stop calling her my ’loved one’!!
Mum has never socialised or had friends (other than my father), is a snob, called the one carer I got in for an hour a week to clean and help her “the servant” won’t go to any groups, won’t acknowledge she has dementia or that she ever forgets things or get confused - and sees me as her best (and only) friend - wants me to do everything, refuses completely to allow me to get in anyone else to help her.
I would feel sad for anyone in her position and caring towards them - BUT won’t sacrifice myself for her - that may sound callous (so many lives are sacrificed to care for someone with dementia). So I dread the journey ahead. I’ve read everything, found my way through the referral go round, worked out all the ‘support’ agencies and all the things they DONT do (loads and loads of fact sheets though ;-)
I’ve learned not to say “I cannot do that” and instead say “I won’t do that” …. And I have found this brilliant group and the helpline to keep me going and help me maintain my resolve.
Above all at the moment I dread all the fights ahead. I do everything to keep her mood up (she says “I don’t want to be here - I want to die!) - but then I have to talk about carers coming in and she bursts into tears / clams up - goes back into “I am such a burden“ - which she is, or says “I feel so guilty all the things you do” - I dread employing people and her kicking them out , I dread all those phone calls about ’emergencies’ that are a pretext to getting me to drive over - and find nothing wrong… I dread the long long journey ahead, the fights , the frustrations - until she ends up in hospital (she has sensory impairment but no other health conditions / on no medication) forcing Social services to access her and say she doesn’t have mental capacity and must accept carers or go into a home.
i know this is a rant - there are many saints out there who sacrifice their lives to their loved ones but there must also be many children drawn in to supporting unappreciative and unloving parents in a rubbish system … whew … sorry but getting things ‘off the chest’ is sometimes the only way of coping!
peter
I CARE for my mum (POA twice, all her shopping, take her to her hospital appointments, take her out for the day in the car every Tuesday, bring her to my own home EVERY Sunday for a roast dinner and take her for coffee every Thursday when I finish teaching. I also manage all the incidents e.g. when she turns the thermostat to 30 and forgets to turn it down, the little incontinence accidents, the not charging her hearing aids - But I don't love her - so please agencies stop calling her my ’loved one’!!
Mum has never socialised or had friends (other than my father), is a snob, called the one carer I got in for an hour a week to clean and help her “the servant” won’t go to any groups, won’t acknowledge she has dementia or that she ever forgets things or get confused - and sees me as her best (and only) friend - wants me to do everything, refuses completely to allow me to get in anyone else to help her.
I would feel sad for anyone in her position and caring towards them - BUT won’t sacrifice myself for her - that may sound callous (so many lives are sacrificed to care for someone with dementia). So I dread the journey ahead. I’ve read everything, found my way through the referral go round, worked out all the ‘support’ agencies and all the things they DONT do (loads and loads of fact sheets though ;-)
I’ve learned not to say “I cannot do that” and instead say “I won’t do that” …. And I have found this brilliant group and the helpline to keep me going and help me maintain my resolve.
Above all at the moment I dread all the fights ahead. I do everything to keep her mood up (she says “I don’t want to be here - I want to die!) - but then I have to talk about carers coming in and she bursts into tears / clams up - goes back into “I am such a burden“ - which she is, or says “I feel so guilty all the things you do” - I dread employing people and her kicking them out , I dread all those phone calls about ’emergencies’ that are a pretext to getting me to drive over - and find nothing wrong… I dread the long long journey ahead, the fights , the frustrations - until she ends up in hospital (she has sensory impairment but no other health conditions / on no medication) forcing Social services to access her and say she doesn’t have mental capacity and must accept carers or go into a home.
i know this is a rant - there are many saints out there who sacrifice their lives to their loved ones but there must also be many children drawn in to supporting unappreciative and unloving parents in a rubbish system … whew … sorry but getting things ‘off the chest’ is sometimes the only way of coping!
peter