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
I used to be a very jokey person. Laughing all the time even in the midst of trouble. I've become very serious. I still joke but not nearly as much. Losing your best friend will do that to you I guess. Well- intentioned people tell me to move on, go to grief counseling etc. etc. I did finally go to grief counseling. It sucked! The pastor seemed afraid of his own shadow. I got the impression that I made him nervous somehow. I am very blunt. I tell it like it is. I guess that doesn't always go over very well in the religious community. If you ask me that is what is wrong with the "religious" community. Why lie and pretend when we know God can read our hearts anyhow. I think God probably finds it refreshing when people bare their souls to each other. I could be wrong.
Anyhow.............staying on topic here. Yes, caregiving changed me and how I see the world.
I know depression etc... but what can anyone say that is going to help me accept it is what it is, pull up you bootstraps and and do what ya gotta do
Was this agreement to sell the house at a discounted rate in exchange for your parents being allowed to remain in the house in writing?
My sympathies are with your sister. What has she given up over 30 years to live with (and now care for) your parents? Just what is this house worth?
What do your other siblings think? And what is the inheritance plan for your parents estate (other than the house)? Do they have money to pay for facility care? In-home help?
This movie terrified young me as I was the only child conceived of very old parents (most of my friends’ grandparents were younger than my parents.) My parents raised me in fear of “doing something wrong that would be the death of them.” (Looking back, I should have misbehaved decades ago - mostly joking.)
I’ve sacrificed more than a decade of my life to discover my parents have manipulated me most of my life. (I found acceptance letters - one to my dream college with full scholarship, opened but filed away in a locked cabinet. That took a bottle of wine to digest.) ::and that’s merely one thing::
They simply felt it was their right to determine where their child went, regardless of the child’s/young adult’s wishes.
And so tonight I’m rewatching, “Logan’s Run” and I doubt I’ll be terrified. In fact ‘Carousel’ seems a much better idea than being a burden for 5 or 10 (or more) years.
I’m not advocating euthanasia; older me is more keen on quality of life than quantity of life.
A generation ago, few people lived into "old" old age, and the idea that both parents could survive to such old ages and with such extreme care needs probably never occurred to your sister. Many of us here are shocked at how long our parents have been able to go on living after they can no longer manage their own daily needs. We're shocked at how long our caregiving commitment is turning out to be. We're shocked (and quite dismayed) to find that our lives are passing by and that our own "golden years" are being spent tending to extremely debilitated elderly parents instead of enjoying our retirement.
You keep saying this is what your sister signed up for, as though that justifies keeping her locked into this caregiving responsibility even past the stage of burnout. But I think this is probably not at all what she thought she was signing up for, and I don't think it's really fair to hold her to an agreement she made 30 years ago when so few of the facts were actually known.
She has made is clear that she is burned out. Knowing that, if you were my brother, and you "had to" tell the discharge nurse about my agreement to let both parents continue residing in the home until they died, I don't think I'd ever speak to you again.
She has given up the best years of her life for what? Is it for the privilidge of caring for her parents or for the thought of the house when they are both dead.
Of course she is burned out anyoe would be, but has she considered the possibility that the parents may need medicaid and the house will have to be sold. There is also the problem of her not holding a job all these years and not getting much if any social security.
No easy answer to this one I am afraid.
Can't your parents pay something for the help they get?
As you can see resent reigns so make your terms known do not just let guilt and "responsibility" rob you of your life. We both arranged to prevent ever having to place such a burden on our own children visit us yes but do not give up your lives and the lives of your children for ours
I am no longer afraid to die.
But I am afraid of dying badly.
I know now that I will not suffer, that I'll age in place and die at home. If I get to the point that I'm a daily burden to my spouse and kids, I have a Plan B.
I won't make my family suffer just so I can live to be 100. My plan is to live until 85 at most, then check out quietly 'in my sleep.' Unless I'm very ill at a younger age, that is.
Living long enough to be a burden is not living at all.
That's how caregiving has changed me. 🙂
Just now thinking - maybe a robot and self driving car would be nice - ha. Not in the budget.
Just reading what you wrote brought tears to my eyes woman. I do understand your feelings as we are the ones who stepped up, we deal with all the day to day bs, our sibs who are uninvolved bring them some cheap trinket and they fall all over themselves like it was sooooo thoughtful and then they resume going back to their lives. We do all the gruntwork, make their lives as pleasant as we can, try to push down the old wounds and feelings that tend to resurface when things come up, it's hard sometimes. But......they are our Mother's, for better or worse, we clean up bodily fluids, do laundry, shop for em, taxi them, take to doctors, handle their finances, on and on. You have become the parent to your parent and it feels like they are the rebellious teenagers who don't want you telling them what they should or should not be doing. It feels like resentment instead of gratitude. Why do we constantly seek out our Mother's love and appreciation? Mom does tell me how grateful she is when I finish doing stuff for her but it goes in one ear and out another with me. I just smile and say "your welcome" but the ugliness that resurfaces with my badbro, could have all been avoided if she just stuck up for me and herself instead of keeping her mouth shut and allowing it all to happen. That is the hardest pill of all to swallow. Too late for that now.