Strangely shielding with my mum since March has produced odd emotions which have taken me time to recognise. I attended a carers group on my own, mum thinking nothing is wrong with her, but it last met in February. I use to work two nights a week in a supermarket but that had to go in March as it was just to risky with Covid19. Initially hopes of a vaccine in my mind meant I could tell myself this was all temporary and matters would soon get back to how they were. Now I realise by the time a vaccine arrives very likely I will be unable to return to work due to mum’s ongoing decline.
I started to notice I was “falling out of the world” for want of a better phrase. I now have Skype siblings not flesh and blood ones. When we have to go out to see the GP practice nurse I see the world, I successfully relate to it, but it just at times feels unreal. Best way I can put it is like watching a film, I am one step removed from events.
My conversations are now virtually all with mum so they are all shaped around events long ago, mum placing me in some before I was born, dealing with her confabulation about what she still does or believes happened in our lives yesterday. I realise now the carers group and work were very important to me at the time, helping me in dealing with mum’s developing condition. Now I realise beyond this forum I have no support at all in dealing with mum’s condition, trying to help her cope with it. The world just sailed off overnight very largely.
I realise I have to reinvent my shrunken world, rearrange the furniture, change priorities. This forum has become much more important to me, reading how others are doing. When mum is settled I have rediscovered reading, listening to music on headphones sitting on my bed, taking them off periodically to check mum is still gently snoring. I knew I was in serious trouble when I started taking pride in doing housework. I have many conversations with myself, but regrettably they are somewhat predictable in outcome.
Here we are early October. Covid19 exploding across the country, slowly moving down towards the south. The news is full of it, Trump this Trump that, etc. Never felt more removed from it all, more isolated, more lonely. Walk up the alley mum? Negotiations are entered into, bribery offered in the form of a mug of tea and chocolate biscuit afterwards. Decide what we are going to eat today, more negotiation and that is the main decision of the day. I look forward to Tuesday finalising the Internet grocery order. Wednesday is mum’s regular shower day so that is very much a get through day. Friday our treat day and a run out in the car. We do not stop anywhere nowadays, we just “watch the world go by” an old saying of mum’s.
Some dark moments I could just sit and cry. Dreading when this might be over and my siblings come and visit mum, only to realise how much of her has gone walkabout since they last sat with her. Easy for me to workaround confusing moments for her on Skype, not so much in the harsh reality of direct contact. Please, please mum still recognise them. Will it be possible to enjoy a laugh at work, or just have to return my uniform and say goodbye. It sits on my bedside cabinet for now. Use to be a positive to aim for, now at some point it feels as if it is mocking my hopes of a return to where we were. Just another reminder of isolation and loneliness.
Now here is the question. Am I just lonely and isolated sharing mum’s increasingly confusing world, or am I passing over a line into depression, losing touch with reality? In truth I do not know. Mum has a teddy she sleeps with. Often I hear her talking to him as she settles for the night, not madness just something she has always done. I wonder sometime should I strike up a conversation with this all knowing teddy bear? Now I know I might be losing it.
Not sure if this rambling post is what others are seeking. Seems to have done me some good posting it. If it encourages others to be honest and hit those keys then some good has come out of it. Best wishes all of those who read these words, rambling words I admit, of an isolated, lonely, uncertain what the future holds carer.