Well... I was considering having children until I started caring for my father because I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I was a "late baby" (my brother who committed suicide was even younger... 10 years), so my father was 47 when I was born. I'm absolutely TERRIFIED to reproduce at the age of 38 now for the fear that I will get sick and have kids that resent caring for me.
Then I think I wouldn't be a good mother because I get so frustrated with my father when he doesn't sleep (babies keep you up at night as well), or I snap at him for ...whatever.
Finally, I think about putting a contingency plan together for aging. The short time I had Dad at the Independent Living (IL) facility, I would listen to the elderly parents that put THEMSELVES in the facility so their children could enjoy their freedom--so they wouldn't be a burden to their children. I admit I was a bit jealous. Why can't my Dad do that?
Then I have "angry compassion_ so to speak. Isn't it interesting that if an animal gets to the point where they can't function, they're put down, yet humans can literally suffer for YEARS (patient and caregiver) existing as a fraction of the person they once were.
I get it... it must be horrible to exist without being unable to hear well, see well, move around, remember anything, and be in pain most of the time, but should the caregivers suffer?
NOTE: I'm not advocating euthanizing humans... just making an observation.
...and to top it off, I want to SCREAM the truth at by standers that "commend" me for taking care of Dad. There's nothing commendable about it. I detest it most of the time and feel guilty for feeling that way every day.
....random venting I guess
It has shown me the truth of how others are. When you observe and strip down how the world preceives them, you can see who they really are by their actions, or lack thereof. People will surprise you in good and bad ways.
It has given me focus and anxiety. I have goals but do not know how to achieve them. I know broadly what I'd like to do. No clear path though. I'm conflicted. I do not know whether to reach for the almost impossible while having no end date for caregiving to strive for my future. Or let go, clear my mind, not reach for dreams that cannot be grasped, try to reach peace and tranquility in the present circumstances to protect my sanity.
It has ummmm lessened my urge to quit smoking. I rather not live long.
Although I understand and have tremendous respect for those who experience caring for elderly parents as fulfilling and rewarding, it is also emotionally, physically, and financially draining. And stressful. I think most of us have PTSD, except there is nothing post about it.
As family caregivers, we all too often give up so much, even our lives (something like a third of caregivers die first). I have read stories right here that are like Gothic horror tales, with caregivers who are trapped 24/7 with emotionally demanding and even physically abusive loved ones. I don't know how you do it. My mother is easy by the standards I see here, but I find caregiving incredibly stressful and depressing. To be there and see her decline and suffer and there is nothing I can do is relentless.
I don't want to live in AL or a NH some day, and in the US unless you are a multmillionaire, no matter how much you save, unless you have an extremely generous pension plan, you will exhaust those savings and wind up on Medicaid. While I respect the choices of those who want to live as long as possible, i am already looking into Dignitas, a Swiss organization that offers assisted suicide to anyone who has a good reason (they have provided it to people suffering from depression, which I feel is going too far, but it is so reassuring that this option is available when the time comes). If I get cancer, I will ask only for pain relief, and move to Oregon. Or I may do what my grandmother did - after eight years in a nursing home after a stroke, she stopped eating, starving herself to death.
I'm glad that the thread turned political halfway through. This is a political issue, as family caregivers are expected to do it all, and we just cannot. There needs to be an infrastructure to care for those who cannot care for themselves, whether they are disabled children or elderly in diapers, incapable of communicating in more than grunts, moans, and cries. This is going to become a massive crisis, as hardly anyone has a pension any more, job security is nonexistent for most (and if you're a family caregiver, full time work is very difficult), and real wages are dropping while cost of living is increasing. In Japan they are developing robots to care for the elderly.
I would never suggest assisted suicide for anyone but myself, because there lies the possibility of euthanasia, but I think all drugs should be legalized, and if that happened, those of us who choose to exit with dignity, on our own terms, could do so. I would not tell my daughter or friends until it is time. The last thing I would want is for them to feel guilty over a choice that is mine to make. There is a difference between suicide from despair and end of life management. As others have said, with beloved pets when quality of life is gone, the last loving thing we do for them is that last trip to the vet. Why not let humans choose that for themselves (of course, with safeguards to make sure that it really is our choice, no pressure, no one trying to grab an inheritance before it all goes to the nursing home, that we are competent, etc).
I'm so sorry to hear what you are going through. You are a good and decent daughter to take care of your mom. I hear you. I feel your frustrations with your brother and sister. I had the same experience in my family up and till my father passed last year. Being a caregiver is a lonely road.
I know you are doing the best you can. But for myself I found the anger and resentment building and building because I had to manage everything for my father after his stroke. I always helped out but things really escalated after his stroke. The days, months and years seem to pass me by. And not that my dad has passed I am lost. I don't think I was prepared for this intensity of grief.
I hope you can get some respite care or access some community resources to take some of the load off and get some time for yourself. Don't give up on yourself. You are valuable. You do have a life. Being a caregiver is noble and good and kind and decent. If I make it into my 80s and 90s I hope I have someone looking out for me. Some that cares and hopefully won't resent me.
Caregiver1931, I hope you can get some of your life back with respite care. I truly think its worth thinking about. Take care of yourself. Wishing you all the best. Thank you for your compassion.
What caring for her for the past 3 years solely and before that 8 years prior with the help of my mother then for my mother for the 3 years she had cancer, is that I seriously do not wish to live old enough to be old. It's depressing. Sure you might get lucky and get to have a few good memories made but honestly if you are healthy enough to enjoy life then you are probably not spending it with family. They might visit or call but you are responsible for cleaning, cooking etc for yourself. If you are unhealthy and need assistance either you are placed in a home or are spending so much time with your family that you can't remember and are not making those wonderful warm and fuzzy memories anymore. Aging sucks. I think the advancements that were made to allow people to live longer and to be 'happy' have just instead made people live longer in a body that is old, tired and painful.
As my grandmother's doctor said, "People like to believe that people grow old and die with perfect working organs. In reality, the organs have or are failing as you grow older and older and you are probably outliving the usefulness of the organs. People have transplants, surgeries, implants, and take medicine just to have the organs last as long as they do since they are living longer and longer." It's depressing for me to think about being old, stuck in a bed waiting to be turned or repositioned by someone probably a stranger since I have no husband or children to care for me, waiting for someone to remember to change me or take me to the bathroom, and unable to see, talk, eat, hear or remember normally but still 'alive'. I personally hope I die way before any of the old things happen to me.
I know its hard being a full time caregiver. Its very kind of you to take care of your grandmother. I hear you. I too felt like taking care of my dad was swallowing up all my time and I just couldn't get away. And there was no offer of anyone taking care of my dad so I could even get one day off as it were.
Have you considered respite care? Or accessing any resources in the community or through the church? I know this is easier said then done, but try to do something for yourself as well. No matter how noble and kind we are, I think taking care of an elder full time can lead to resentment and anger building up. In the long run it can affect the caregiver and the care we provide to the elder.
I agree with you. All these pill are prolonging people's lives but at what costs. What is the their quality of life? Are they happy? Life is double edge sword. I was so wrapped in my dad's care. It defined me. Now I am broken since his passing 5 months ago. I don't know if I can put my own child through this.
I really don't like this new me. And I really don't like getting old. And what I *really don't like* is - LIFE.
That scares me.
I like to be all noble and everything. But sometimes when I'm trying to go to sleep at night I think about how old I'm getting and how much more I need to do. My heart starts pounding like I'm scared. I am scared. I never planned on sacrificing such a huge part of my life to something that is important to only one person. Especially a person who had not been a good mother and who seems like she's going to live forever.
I've been a caregiver to my mom for 10 years now. She is in a steady age-related decline, but is mentally aware for the most part and can still do a few things for herself. She turns 102 this month. If someone had told me 10 years ago that she would still be alive at this age, I wouldn't have believed it. I'm happy she has had a long life, and glad I was there for her when other family members were not able to be. Even though, I still feel angry at times that my husband and I have had to put our lives on hold, especially now that we are planning our retirement. We had plans to sell our house this year and move out of state where the cost of living is lower and our income would go further. But for now, my husband will continue his employment, and I'll continue caring for my mother, and we'll both continue being patient until our situation changes.