Lost my exemplary, wonderful Mum six months ago now and still coming to terms with losing her for good
I gave up my career in education four years ago and moved 200 miles to be closer to Mum as I had suspected for some time that she had dementia, although what I knew about it then I could have written on the back of an envelope. And yes, I have four siblings who were all local to Mum, (two of them still living with her at the family home plus two grown up grandchildren) but I shall park that there - you have to know them to be able to understand my misgivings in that regard. Made an appt as soon as I returned for Mum to attend the 'Memory Clinic' (and what a euphemism that is) and within 6 weeks of my return we had the diagnosis.
I won't go into detail about the last four years of Mum's decline - but it has been a chastening and harrowing experience that cannot be dignified by the appellation 'the journey', and I know that I have been grieving for her for all of that time, and the grieving process continues. This has been an ordeal far, far worse than losing my Dad to cancer in 1983.
Now in my late 50s I have been trying, particularly since Mum's needs necessitated a permanent move to a nursing home in late 2016, to secure work that will provide a decent level of remuneration, some fulfilment and stability, and a sense of 'belonging'. In short this has proved elusive, aside from some maternity cover work. I have lowered my expectations considerably, and for the past year have had a zero hours contract in the hospitality industry - no control over my hours at all, and at the minimum wage. I have far too much time on my hands. I keep applying for other jobs, but fail to get shortlisted, and my prospects seem bleak. Anyone else out there trying to rebuild their lives after caring ? Confidence draining away, not in control of my life or future, and no purpose now that Mum has gone.
I gave up my career in education four years ago and moved 200 miles to be closer to Mum as I had suspected for some time that she had dementia, although what I knew about it then I could have written on the back of an envelope. And yes, I have four siblings who were all local to Mum, (two of them still living with her at the family home plus two grown up grandchildren) but I shall park that there - you have to know them to be able to understand my misgivings in that regard. Made an appt as soon as I returned for Mum to attend the 'Memory Clinic' (and what a euphemism that is) and within 6 weeks of my return we had the diagnosis.
I won't go into detail about the last four years of Mum's decline - but it has been a chastening and harrowing experience that cannot be dignified by the appellation 'the journey', and I know that I have been grieving for her for all of that time, and the grieving process continues. This has been an ordeal far, far worse than losing my Dad to cancer in 1983.
Now in my late 50s I have been trying, particularly since Mum's needs necessitated a permanent move to a nursing home in late 2016, to secure work that will provide a decent level of remuneration, some fulfilment and stability, and a sense of 'belonging'. In short this has proved elusive, aside from some maternity cover work. I have lowered my expectations considerably, and for the past year have had a zero hours contract in the hospitality industry - no control over my hours at all, and at the minimum wage. I have far too much time on my hands. I keep applying for other jobs, but fail to get shortlisted, and my prospects seem bleak. Anyone else out there trying to rebuild their lives after caring ? Confidence draining away, not in control of my life or future, and no purpose now that Mum has gone.