Tell your story about how your relationship with your parents changed after becoming their caregiver?

I am looking forward to hearing stories from some of our long time members of this forum.

New caregivers will certainly learn from your experiences.

I am interested in hearing from new posters as well. Please tell us how you are learning to cope in your situation.

Learning to say “No “ was necessary but not taken well by LO’s . Don’t back down when they tell you that you can’t say “NO” to them because they are your parent .

What an amazing question, needs help!
I've learned, in my early 60s to start planning your aging years now, to make plans, to make my aging years be as independent as I can.

To makes sure what you need is on the main floor. Bedroom, bathroom, laundry room.....

Next thing I'm going to start nagging my husband about is a walk in shower.

I have our being laid to rest, figured out what we both want , in the cheapest way for us.

For me I figured out that quality of life is more important than quantity.

I'm sure I'll have more to add later, huh I may have not of read that question right. But I'll post this anyways. I think my brain went to what I've learned from my parents that I want to do differently

Way,

Learning to say ‘No.’ is essential.

Anxiety,

Sounds like you have put a great plan into action.

The change in my relationship with my mother (living with me since November 2017) is something that needed to happen years ago.

Growing up, I was affirmed for not being needy, so I never expected my needs to be met.
My mother wanted me to be like her, and we are opposites, so there was pressure for me to deny my natural God-given personality. I tried to please her by adopting her behaviors even though they made me feel like an imposter.
I was given the silent treatment or shamed when I attempted to veer off of what was the expected and approved trajectory, so I worked to stay in good graces and denied my own independent feelings.
An attempt at boundaries or privacy were seen as a betrayal, so I allowed my parents to run my life even after I was married with children.
I had very little self-worth because I was constantly compared with others who were held up to me as being better, smarter, etc.

I am now a recovering pleaser.

Being my mother's caregiver has forced me to stop being afraid of her constant criticism.

There was an actual breaking point that happened several years ago. My mother had always been able to reduce me to tears by criticizing me or screaming at me. Then one day, she did just that - she screamed at me and I broke down in tears....and then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It was my responsibility to remove myself from her authority and to stop seeking her approval and affirmation. After 60 years it had become exhausting. So, I took a step back and in that moment a switch flipped.

I no longer need her approval. When she criticizes me, it no longer upsets me. It's been very freeing and if I had not been her caregiver, it may never have happened.

Southiebella,

From one recovering people pleaser to another ….. I do hope you are relieved from your long time of caregiving soon.

Southie,

Many of us have different perspectives about life than our moms. I can relate to your posting!

My mother passed away about 3 months after I started caring for her. But in being her caregiver, I believe I finally, at the age of 53 developed some of the traits that she tried so hard to instill in me since I was a child. I was always (still am) more of an introvert and always avoided conflict any way possible. I never stood up for myself....no matter what, I'd simply turn the other cheek & just ignore whatever nonsense was being said or done. Mom would get so aggravated at me, especially as a teenager when I got bullied in high-school after winning a beauty pageant, and then when I married my high-school sweetheart and he cheated on my 7 or 8 times before I finally filed for divorce. She begged & pleaded with me to be strong, to stop taking people's "crap!" Ironically, out of her 5 children, I was the one she would always come to when she needed solitude, tenderness, love with no conditions attached, and/or a gentle voice and touch!

When mom had a massive heart attack & stroke that left her paralyzed from the chest down and was hospitalized for over 2 months, it was my baby sister (I was 12 when she was born) and baby brother (I was 18 when he was born) who were the ones at the hospital advocating for her daily, demanding she be airlifted to a larger, more equipped hospital with a team of neurologists on staff to assess her, whereas the 2 middle sisters (one is a nurse) wanted her to remain status quo with only a telehealth neuro consult while she was sedated & ventilated !?! Majority rules,.she was airlifted to a larger hospital with better resources and mom's medical team was exceptional!
During this time, and the many weeks following, I became (with the help of my baby sister & brother) our mom's strongest advocate. I found my strength. I learned it was ok to ask tough questions and I didn't always have to accept what I was told, that I could counter or ask for a 2nd, 3rd, 4th opinion if needed. I found my "spirit" because of mom! I also developed a beautiful new bond with my youngest 2 siblings, I was leaving for college and got married with my own family and moved awaywhen they were very young, so we never "really" knew one another as adults. I know how much that meant to mom. I severed ties with the 2 middle sisters who talked ugly about mom, who constantly brought up bad choices she made 30 years ago, who tried to micro-manage every aspect of her life & offered her no empathy, forgiveness, respect, or dignity.

Lit's of work needed to be done while she was in the hospital. Her Medicare was about to expire, her apartment needed a major cleaning (hoarding), bills needed paid & maintained, her Social Security needed updated, doctors & Social workers needed information, yada yada. But none of us were mom's PoA and she wasn't able to do that I'm her current condition. One of the other 2 sisters works with health insurance claims all day long at work, she knows who we'd need to speak to, what to ask for, what to say, etc., after I spent at least 8 hours on the phone trying to keep mom's Medicare from expiring, I reached out to her for help and she told me to "figure it out!" So....I did figure it out. And my sister "J" and I figured out everything else that needed immediate attention as well. We rented a large Rumpke Dumpster & spent over a week cleaning her apartment...with no help from the 2 twisted sisters.
Then we would still have the occasional arguments about things such as PEG tubes. Three of us wanted to wait & see if she would eat good enough to avoid an invasive surgery, at least until she gained some strength. Three of us wanted to find a SNF with in-house dialysis so she didn't have to do an ambulance transport 3 to 4 days a week, whithe twisted sisters said she'd be fine, she could "such it up. I filed for Guardianship & was awarded Temp Guardianship that day! I still conferred with my brother & sister about every.single.thing. they only wanted to complain & criticize, we wanted to DO something-we did

Care,

I am so sorry for the loss of your mom. She was blessed to have such a beautiful daughter by her side.

Your story shows us that there is always hope even in our most challenging times.

Your mother taught you well. It’s extremely important to stand up for yourself and find our way out of difficult situations.

I’ve learned that no matter what I do it will never be enough. I’ve also learned that she thinks of me as her servant and not her daughter. We had a good relationship before her dementia. Now she critical, disrespectful, angry, and seems to thrive on yelling at me. She constantly tells me that I should anticipate her wants and needs and that I am a horrible daughter because I don’t. She only lived with us for two years and life was in constant turmoil. We moved her to a rental house a three years ago that is just down the road from us so she calls me to yell at me. She has no POA and has refused to allow that since my dad passed away 15 years ago and she was still competent. If I had it to do over again I would walked away and left her to whoever else might be willing to help her. My sister has done nothing to help with her care at all.

Diane,

I hear you. It’s crazy to expect others to be mind readers!

You’re smart to know that not everyone can be pleased no matter what is done for them.

I really respect Mom's bravery in facing alzheimer's head on. I think ours will be about a 20 year journey.

Brandee,

Wishing you and your mom all the best.

Caring for my mom with dementia has ruined our relationship. We used to be pretty close but now things are just awkward and stilted and not at all enjoyable. I do my best and be kind and try to do some things that will make her life more enjoyable but there's only so much I am willing to do.

againxt,

I find that when children are caring for their parents it places an enormous strain on the relationship.

Often times, parents don’t want to let go of being an authority figure in their child’s life.

Honestly, due to their circumstances they aren’t capable of making decisions and their children are forced to “parent” them and it’s usually very difficult for them to accept this.

It’s sad, really for them and their children. It definitely changes the dynamics of their relationship.

My relationship with my mother changed, but it wasn't a change from light to dark. She was too whiny, neurotic and dependent before, and now she's mean and demented and dependent. But I am tougher than I used to be. I'm in charge, not her. I call the shots. We don't enjoy each other's company because she is delusional and unable to be happy. I don't miss her when I walk out the door, but I never really missed her before she had dementia. She was always emotionally needy and nobody wants to be around that.
I am going through the grueling process of getting a formal diagnosis of her condition and then I have to move her into assisted living. She will explode, but I just have to deal with it or walk away and leave her to the state.
We had some laughs in our former life, but she wasn't the wonderful, healthy, nurturing person I hear some people on this forum describe when talking about their own mothers. She was an alcoholic. Maybe it makes this transition easier for me. But I still feel sick most of the time. Her insults cut.
I need my life back.

BlueHeron,

I am really sorry that you are dealing with this situation. One thing that I feel that you have on your side is self awareness. That’s going to help you keep your emotions in tact.

Wishing you peace during this difficult time.

My mother is in fairly good mental health. She forgets things, but not a whole lot. Her hearing and eyesight are not good. We have a caregiver for 6 hours a day and I stay at night. Some nights she, as she says, she "let's me go out so she tries not to tie me down." But I feel like there is a difference between going out for a few hours and having to rush back to her, and being able to stay at home. We sometimes pay a care-giver to stay all night, and when i mention that she really comes on with the guilt trip". I don't expect any answers to an age old question, but am wondering if I am out of line?

civil,

I don’t think you are out of line. It’s exhausting to be a caregiver. It’s normal to not want to have to rush home after going out. I can see why you would want to hire an overnight caregiver.

I was the one that was expected to do everything with no help or appreciation from anyone while my brother remained the golden child who did nothing but was given control.

It finally came to a head when he tried to tell me how he wanted things done for my mom and I told him he could do it all himself from then on.

It severed our relationship forever.

Jada,

Yep! I understand. That happened in my family too. Fortunately, there was healing later on for my brother and I.

Sometimes, healing isn’t ever possible. My brother died suddenly and I am glad that we were able to find peace.

If we hadn’t been able to find peace I was ready to move forward. My brother took the initiative and I could see that he was sincere.

I don’t think that I would have taken the initiative because I had been hurt so badly in the past. I wouldn’t have opened myself up to more pain.

I found that my mother had more-or-less put me and my two sisters into imaginary boxes. My younger sister was ‘the practical one’. My older sister was ‘the one with problems who had to be helped’. I was ‘the clever one, single mother, too busy to expect to help’. When I was the one who cared for her in the last three months before she died, I think (and hope) that the penny dropped that I was very practical, and also had done the most for her for years and years, in spite of problems of my own. She seemed really surprised that I was doing the messy hands on in-bed nursing – in spite of the fact that she kept saying ‘you shouldn’t be doing this'. I'm glad that there were no boys to be 'the important one'!

Margaret,

Your last line made me smile! I am the only daughter in my family. So, I can identify with your words.

You have always struck me as a ‘sensible and get things done’ kind of woman.

Your mom was very fortunate to have you at her side when she needed care.

It’s amazing how much we are able to accomplish when it becomes necessary.

Sometimes we pay a price for our sacrifices. Our own family’s lives are temporarily placed on the back burner. It’s hard.

We feel enormous pressure at times, then experience gratitude for being able to resume our normal lives when the caregiving ends.

I don’t think anyone can truly appreciate what we feel until they are faced with these challenges.

Jada, That's exactly my world and what's been going on. Brother POA , no respect for all I do and doesn't want to deal with moms decline, and things have came to a head. So juries out as for mine and my brothers relationship. I'm no longer concerned if we end up speaking when all is said and done. My concern is mom. He is the golden child, if it ruins are relationship, it's no longer my concern. He is my brothers so if he makes an attempt ok, if not I have one less narcissist in my life

I fought with my mom for years as a teen till I made her go to therapy, then we became best friends again that traveled together, danced, foodie fests, concerts, did dog yoga you name it! It has always been just me and her. Now we cant even leave the house for an appointment without me knowing she is putting herself through so much to only get around and knowing she is in pain makes me cry.

I have always thought we have a terrible family in whole she always said that was why she wanted to make her own. She is honestly a hyper sensitive empath that does not respond to confrontation and believes everything can be resolved while the people in our immediate family our narcissist, condescending, and mean. Living with them as I care for her , her mom or brother are quick to ask for money and help from her. While I am 22 struggling to maintain a part-time job, classes, and actually being her full-time caregiver.

It has turned me into her guard dog whoalreadyt trust my family but honestly now just disgusted and want my mom around as long as possible but will be grateful for the day I can move away and never look back.

sadgirly,

I am sorry. Your situation sounds very challenging.

Wow…tough subject. My 90 yr old mom is a LBD patient in an assisted living. She is an exit seeker, wanderer and most days quite confused. My brother is her golden child and I am her worker bee. I have a mental health counselor I see twice monthly. I have slowly learned to take the time I need to have a social life and remain healthy. It is not a happy life but I am content with what is left of my life. Mom just told me yesterday, after a 4 hour visit at my home for a home cooked lunch, I need to visit her more often ….then saying my brother is too busy {also retired and is local} to visit her more. At 73 yrs old and 4 years of this I no longer jump when told to by my mom. I visit 3-4 days a week. I have cut back from 15 hrs a week to 8-10. I do everything..Dentist, advocate with staff, doctors, ER visits, rehab stays, all paperwork, pull up purchases, clothing shopping etc. Enough is enough. My mom is more like my 7 year old child now. I do not recognize her most days. Good luck. P.S. my brothers and my relationship is damaged due to this. I doubt it will ever be the same. Mom showing so clearly who who her favorite child is has been very painful for me…the gal who always had her back.

Nothing changes a relationship more than having to change someones dirty diapers, and being told you are hated constantly really does something to your mood. I will however always be the advocate, because she is the child now and so vulnerable, I feel sorry for her and wonder what did she ever do to deserve this type of death sentence. She was a good mom, and I try to remember that she did love me once so that her words don't cut so hard. It's bittersweet.

NJmom,

I so relate with your sentiments!

My mom died in 2021 but I remember my caregiving days and all of my emotions that I felt as if were yesterday.

Thanks for sharing your experience.

Sadinroankeva,

Sounds like you are handling things as well as they can be handled. Caregiving definitely has learning curves!

This question struck me, because I realized that my relationship with my mom hasn’t changed at all!

She’s not a bad person at all, but her emotional neediness has been the center of the universe. I fell into the ‘supposed to maker her happy’ trap since I was little, and at least finally later in life realized that is impossible.

She’s showtimes for everyone but complained incessantly to me, which increases the sense of isolation in my own experience. People tell me to ‘enjoy her company’. What? I never enjoyed her company. Now that she’s in severe dementia, that’s not remotely possible.

I’m sad for the relationship we could have had, but instead had this FOG situation that has honestly been so painful to deal with. I love her, but my care for her is a reluctant duty. I struggle with resentment, and have made myself emotionally step farther and farther back for my own sanity. People should never lean on their kids like this, it just ruins the bond.

Thank you for letting me vent!