She has dominated her childrens' lives with little concern for anyones' feeling but her own. She is now in a wonderful assisted living and her dementia (I think) has illuminated her personality into a person who I can no longer bear to be around. She has again managed to alienate everyone around her with her insults and insensitivity. She is nasty and uncooperative with the aids (who are wonderful) And complains, complains, complains about everyone, everything and blames my sister and myself for the air she breathes. I am sick of her and I don't want to visit her anymore and don't feel that my adult children need to be manipulated like I was and be around her negative attitude anymore. I hate feeling obligated to have her at my house as I have every holiday of our lives and force my children to "tolerate" her for my sake. The guilt is unbearable but I feel that now being 60 years old I would like to feel that this person does not dominate my whole life. I would like to have a happy holiday for a change and have my children WANT to come home (without Grandma always there)
There has never been any pleasing her before and now she sends me into bouts of depression that I have a hard time shaking. Am I alone? I feel like a selfish person but I don't like her now and never did before. The guilt is killing me.
The advice you have offered is also good. The mantra you tell yourself about your mother's bad behavior not being your fault is one that I recently started to use too. I had been told that in counseling last summer, but it just kept slipping out of my mind until a poster here (BarbBrooklyn) reminded me again. It's crazy that other people have to tell us that someone else's bad behavior is not our fault!
I also agree with you that talking with others does help. I'm glad you are getting support from your aunt and uncle. I need to be more proactive in that area. I'm able to talk to my sister, and she is supportive but long distance. I did tell her I'm at the end of my rope and if things don't drastically change soon I'll move before I lose my health and mind. She gets it, she knows how my mom is and fully supports the idea that my mom needs to move to assisted living to be around her peers with memory care support for when that time comes. We were even looking at places online together on the phone. I have a feeling we'll be revisiting that conversation after today.
exhausted piper, we are all behind you 100 percent. Stay focused and strong with your mother. Tell her everything you have told us. When she blows up at you, walk away.
Being free of her rath has still not really hit me yet. That horrible blowup happened 1 week ago tomorrow. I had anxiety attacks for 2 days after that....& I'm not prone to those at all. She's called me but I ignore it...thank God she doesn't text. I found-out she's called 2 of my cousins recently & told them all kinds of crazy...thru me under the bus !! They know none of it's true.
I hope you can steel yourself up & talk with her. I've been in your shoes so many times. My conversations have never...ever gone well. I'm thinking good thoughts for you. This crazy has to end. Your health & wellbeing should be your main concerns now. I'm happy you have your husband to lean on. My sister, cousin & assorted friends have been my rock. You are not alone in this fight :)
First I didn't have the talk on Saturday. I didn't feel prepared enough, so I didn't call or text and my mom didn't either. I texted her Sunday morning and said I wasn't "mad" at her but I did want to talk to her about how I have been feeling, and was 11:30 okay, she said that it was.
I actually took a propranolol so my heart wouldn't beat through my chest. Didn't want a xanax because I wanted a completely clear head. Keep in mind having a conversation with this woman about anything she doesn't want to discuss is like trying to ride a wild bull.
I actually wish I could have recorded the conversation. It went shockingly well! I'm STILL in shock. I was there for over three hours. I kept control of the reins the entire time which is a miracle in and of itself. I think what made this different than any other conversation we've had in decades (at least) is that the first thing I did was go into great detail explaining my crippling depression to her. I gave some back story about how I've struggled with managing depression all of my adult life and reminded her that I've had a psychiatrist for over 20 years. I told her I learned ways to manage things and managed to live pretty happily. Then I told her how all that changed two years ago when she moved here. I told her about trying different meds and enduring terrible side effects, my lack of self care and how some days I could not even get out of bed. I told her ALL last summer I was in therapy. I laid it all out.
A few times she tried to interrupt but after I acknowledged what she said I kept the reins and kept going. I said I felt she didn't like it here, and that I regretted buying the condo, and that we could sell it. I said I would have done things differently.
Then I told her the worst part was that I couldn't talk to her about any of this. I don't know if some kind of mother instinct kicked in for once in her life or she was just glad I came down talking about what I mess I am, but she listened with concern.
That's when I told her being unable to talk about her diagnosis was extremely hard on me. This part got a little touchy at times because she did have some push back, but I chose my words carefully and respectfully so she would understand I wanted to be an advocate. I asked what she expected of me in terms of care and she said she did not want any of her kids taking care of her if she got bad. I WAS SHOCKED. Right then I met her half way by telling her I've done a lot of research and that there would be many things to try before she would need professional care. I said the biggest thing would be safety, like wondering out in the middle of the night. I assured her she is not even close to that yet (she isn't) and that there were many things that could be done to help the situation.
I then moved to the lack of socialization, and how being with peers and keeping her mind stimulated is something she needs. She agreed and we talked about some of her concerns in this area, but I maintained it needed to be done because isolating in her condo was the worst thing she could do. Somewhere in all of the socialization talk I got it out that I could not fill those social voids and that I needed my own life too with my husband. Again she shockingly agreed.
She told me she didn't want to go to the senior center and said something about not liking the building. Then I remembered it is in a big county building with lots of other stuff so she probably didn't feel like she could navigate it, and she also said she didn't like big groups (I already knew this). So I mentioned the senior day care- not using those words (they call it something else) and she agreed to try it!! I was again shocked!
We agreed to try & communicate better & to plan our get togethers (unless emergency) and she was fine with all of it.
I'm still in shock. No joke. Was this really my mother?
Now, the test will be the follow through.
I'm not going anywhere because this journey is far from over but I want you all to know I will FOREVER be grateful for what you all have given me. I hope as time goes on I can do the same in return as new people come in from the trenches ready to lose their freaking minds.
Thank you.
Good job getting the dialogue started and keeping hold of the reins!
Thanks so much to this community of good people...all of in situations we never deserved to be in. Support during bad times is invaluable. You all have so much to offer. Maybe someday we'll all get a better outcome...just like Piper has :)
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Fantastic news! I wish you and your family all the best. You handled that perfectly! We really do have to be direct when going through transitional times.
We also have to put ourselves first, which can be difficult due to being made to feel so damn guilty all of the time.
You took charge and succeeded! Wonderful news! I am pulling for you. 💗
My mom is as evil as evil gets as she always spent the welfare checks on alcohol and cigarettes now she complains about anything or anyone but she has always been This way "entitled" but never worked. Inconsiderate, disrespectful, rude, self centered, self rightous and just plain fake. Her day consist of bad mouthing all her children especially if we stick up for one another always trying to pit one against another. I will not ask for my grandchildren to have to even know her any longer for fear of mental abuse she may instill. Nobody likes her she never had true friends. 12 children and we were only a welfare check. She doesn't take responsibility for her terrible life of drinking and kicking us out at 11 years of age complete denial and living a liein her crazy mind. She's basically a pathetic thing who is not worth knowing.
She lives w/ me & pushes my buttons & challenges me into arguing... & it wears on my mental health. She wants everything her way , entitlement....which i cannot always give. If she doesn't get her way...boy..watch out..she's all over me. I don't know how to handle it as she cannot afford to live any place else.
It takes two to engage. Be the Grey Rock.
The only thing I can say is don't call or see her when you are having a hard time with her. Take time for yourself as long as you know she is safe and she has people to care for her then step away for a bit.
Know that you are not alone there are many of us going through it and you can always find someone to talk to. You are not selfish you just expect to be treated like a human being should be treated.