What is really getting to me is the anger, the helplessness, the inevitability of my own mortality.
I try very hard to be patient, understanding, but when you’re waiting to have your own lunch and mum falls asleep in the middle of hers, it’s frustrating. The inability to see how you’re affecting someone else’s life is frustrating. Yes, I’m sure you’d rather stay in bed, but I’ve got to cook dinner.. Where is the line between we’ve got to do it my way and we’ve got to do it your way. There’s no instruction manual.
Is my own mental health health more or less important than my mother’s mental health? Emphasis around blogs like these seems to be on patient health, which is fair enough, but who cares for the carers?
My back hurts from lifting, my mum hurts from me lifting her. Everything I do is met with an ooh aah, should I bother or not? If what I do is causing my mother pain, should I even be doing it?
My own life is slipping away while I’m doing things that my mother would rather I didn’t do. Who is right?
She doesn’t want to be alive, she’s told me so. so what am I doing?
I expect this will either be taken as a plea for help, or a selfish rant, depending on your bias. I’m just so tired and want it all to go away.
I try very hard to be patient, understanding, but when you’re waiting to have your own lunch and mum falls asleep in the middle of hers, it’s frustrating. The inability to see how you’re affecting someone else’s life is frustrating. Yes, I’m sure you’d rather stay in bed, but I’ve got to cook dinner.. Where is the line between we’ve got to do it my way and we’ve got to do it your way. There’s no instruction manual.
Is my own mental health health more or less important than my mother’s mental health? Emphasis around blogs like these seems to be on patient health, which is fair enough, but who cares for the carers?
My back hurts from lifting, my mum hurts from me lifting her. Everything I do is met with an ooh aah, should I bother or not? If what I do is causing my mother pain, should I even be doing it?
My own life is slipping away while I’m doing things that my mother would rather I didn’t do. Who is right?
She doesn’t want to be alive, she’s told me so. so what am I doing?
I expect this will either be taken as a plea for help, or a selfish rant, depending on your bias. I’m just so tired and want it all to go away.