She lives alone by her own choice but needs errands done, doctor visits, shopping etc done for her. You do these things and instead of a thank you, you get asked to do 5 more things on her list, and she is selfish, self centered, doesn't care what you need to do in your own life, is often mean, but can turn on a dime and be "Nice" for just a little while enough to draw you back in. If the temporary "nice" act doesn't work, then she pulls out her bag of tricks...which usually involves the "guilt" trips, or if that doesn't work, she talks bad about you to your siblings and such. Sometimes she does a bold faced lies to draw you in or to shame you back into her corner. She is so manipulative and abusive, I don't even know what is real or not anymore when it comes to her. It is a nightmare. She has always been like this. She just happens to be a little worse now that she has turned 80. It hurts to be around her, and it hurts to try to create some space because she feels like I am an "extension" of herself to be bullied and bossed around. Like she is entitled to do this I know I have a duty to care for my elderly mother but she really makes it excruciatingly difficult. . I feel burnt out by her and feel as if I have PTSD symptoms. I feel like I am sinking into quick sand. It is a no win situation. It breaks my heart. I want to help her, but she is literally making me ill in body mind and soul. Do we owe that to our parents? How do you stop the madness with out having to cut her off altogether. I really can't do that anyway cause I know she needs me but she is very abusive and unrelenting in her demands . She is all absorbing of my time, health and energy. I am burnt out now and just sad over this whole thing. My siblings are of minimal help. That is a given even though I told them how exhausted I am. I just can't keep up this pace anymore.
From my own experience, boundaries really don't mean much of there are not also some concrete consequences for when they are broken. They're meant for our protection, but not so much for their behavioral modification.
I see that you say you're a counselor. However, from what I've read it is strongly encouraged for anyone in a relationship with someone who has BPD to get themselves into therapy. I'm not really sure that a therapist can function objectively as their own family therapist. That's my opinion anyhow.
I do hope you have medical and durable POA for this is spiraling out of control.
Best to you and do please in keep in touch.
She sounds out of control and could possibly get herself into legal trouble not to mention also get kicked our of her second assisted living.
Let her see YOU are in charge of YOUR time and that you have feelings and a life.
I think that helps a bit. I was very whimpy and submissive for many years and finally changed MY behavior. I still don't have warm and fuzzy feelings but I am accepting that I never will again for her. Hard to hash it out.
If you really feel abused by her, just call her and don't go there, but maybe tell her why? Not sure. Consider what will be best for you.
Old? yes.
Wise? ...well, maybe...sometimes...when this type person is not acting out and being a behavior problem!
Mom keeps believing she has wisdom to impart that none of us has ever heard before...has been trying to write a book about it for decades.
Keep in mind, some low-grade dementia issues can also have elders doing things like G'ma did [who never showed mental issues before]: she asked me several times, over the course of several years, if there were things of hers I'd love to have when she was ready to give them up.
I avoided saying anything, or asking to get anything--
--always had avoided asking for anything unless unavoidable--because it had ALWAYS been a trap.
When I final got cornered yet again with same question, I told her the matched set of living room chairs, OR her big dresser, that I'd really love to have.
Didn't ask for both.
She spun around and with a snarl, said "YOU are sure acquisitive!!!" "Your Brother has been so sweet, never asked for anything!!!"
I was dumb-founded!
Mom, OTH, has always had a pattern of giving something to one of us kids, then later taking it back, because, she says, "you aren't appreciating it enough; besides, I gave it to you--it's still mine--it was only on loan".
The trouble with aging and these kinds of behaviors, is:
Those behaviors developed in the person as a coping system--a bad way of coping with bad situations in childhood.
As they age and lose more of their autonomy (ability to do things for themselves), they act out WORSE, because of that---like a hearing-impaired elder turning up the volume on the TV, these people turn up the volume, so-to-speak, on their dysfunctional coping mechanisms....making their lives, and everyone who cares for them, that much harder.
Part of Mom's package is, she sometimes gets really depressed, and threatens suicide, or her imminent death from all her struggles.
But at 86 and counting--it doesn't look like any of those portents she's dished out for decades, has yet caught up with her.
The mystery is, how on earth has she lived this long, after taking such poor care of herself for most of her life?! HOW does she keep sucking us back into her web, when each of her kids KNOWS what a nut-case she has been all her life?
So sweet, butter wouldn't melt in her mouth--yet, if she gets one alone, it's hell-to-pay.
It's helpful to have others who know what we're talking about---because, dealing with these mental issues, can be crazy-making--one can start doubting whats real and true, as the elder with these complexes starts trying to re-invent history, your life, their life, the world. Any of us taking care of someone like this, needs at least one reliable person in our lives, to help bring us back from the cliff's edge, back to rational thinking.
Oh--and getting them diagnosed, in old age? Good Luck!
If they've skated thru life without getting diagnosed--had people helping them along, etc., Docs will not diagnose mental issues unless multiple family and or other professionals stick together to get that accomplished....
OR, once they've been put in a facility, and staff notes that the elder is having issues needing medicated.
But during home care? Not so much.
Never a dull moment...I can only hope to have a fraction of Mom's determination to keep living!
It's really important to have people in your lives to help keep you in a rational-thinking mode--avoid letting the Borderline Personality/Narcissist reinvent you---it can easily destroy a lone-caregiver, given half a chance.
AgingCare.com has been a life-saver/sanity saver for me--just knowing there are people out there who understand, have experienced it, helped hugely.
Caregivers need to stick together, or we might drown alone!
The person cannot understand that other people really can be different from themselves and to them people that are close to them (husbands, boyfriends, daughters, etc) all exist as her extension of herself or exist to validate her own thoughts: constantly!! You can't win, can't have a separate opinion, set a boundary (that's the worse thing for them.) So you must develop a behavior around them that works for you without becoming like them. That's a challenge.
Nurture yourself, set the boundaries no matter what they do, protect yourself, and try to accept them as nuts. One day, you'll forgive them and have peace.
I was hoping my mother would improve with age. She did seem somewhat more pleasant in her early eighties. After all, as one approaches death, one wants to put one's life in order, I thought. Now I realize she was always angling to get me to move in as an unpaid so-called caregiver. But I always had a gut suspicion that she would turn nasty and my life would be miserable.
I don't know if she has dementia. As far as I know, she has never been tested and I wouldn't be told the results even if she was. All these people who know their parent's diagnosis - how do they know?
My mother does seem to be getting more forgetful and to be reverting to her old narcissistic self. She seems to be constantly jealous of me and comparing herself to me. I can't make the most trivial purchase for myself without her announcing that she needs that as well, even something she would never use. So I've taken to slipping small purchases into the house without telling her. It makes me feel like a furtive teenager and I resent being made to feel that way. She is jealous of my relatively good health and constantly trying to undermine my health routines. She has this notion that everything on the table should be eaten so nothing has to be put away and is constantly pressuring me to eat whatever is left over, whether I am hungry or not. I tell her I'm not the family garbage can and she thinks that is very funny. I make it clear that it is not funny and I am trying to control my weight. She might knock it off for a week or two and then we are back to the same old crap.
She doesn't seem to understand that I am a different person. She won't go out after dark which may make sense for her but she thinks I shouldn't go out after dark either. She doesn't wash her hair, so I can't wash my hair without a lot of complaining and lecturing on how expensive hot water is.
All this and I am only visiting. Living with her for only a few weeks is demoralizing, exhausting, boring, horribly depressing. Everything is a battle, even brushing my teeth. She claims she is lonely but her chief entertainment is making me feel lousy.
So next thing I know she has contacted a furniture store, took photos of the paintings she things are valuable, including the ones of me and the Indian, sent it to me without any text. I called her and asked her why she is selling the one painting I like.
"I know you wanted it." She said defiantly."I'm watching a movie now and don't want to talk."
One of many examples of her "adorable, sweet" behavior!!
Mom is moving out of our house to an apartment in a continuum care facility week after next. The upgrade work that unit needed will be done by then, and she is sufficiently miserable in our house that she really does want to move out. She hates it with us because I make her get up, get dressed, and eat food, not just peanut butter crackers in PJs all day long. I don't coddle or baby her. Every morning it's "I don't know if I can sit up" or "I don't think I can sit up". But she inevitably does after a bit of rolling around on the bed, ugly faces, and whining. I just remind her that I am not in physical condition to sit her up, so she's just going to have to try to do it again today. Use your tummy, not your back.
You would think that waking up in soaked PJs, Depends + 3 Poise Pads would be a great incentive to get moving and get out of all that.
OMG! I feel for your being an only child, having to deal with your Mom's bad behaviors! Your descriptions of her antics sound soooo familiar!
I really like your "bubble"--wish I'd figured that one out in time for it to do any good, here.
At least my Mom wouldn't EVER have done anything to directly harm an infant--she always was great with babies--it was when they reach about 2 or 3 y.o., then she seemed to start projecting behaviors and things on them [most terrible child, etc.]
At least [no matter how ugly they all made it] my Mom got moved outta here after 6 years of he!!.
Your solutions for your Mom may be for moving her to a facility....not sure how...we were told that elders with bad behaviors would likely be kicked out of care facilities. [[though there sure are plenty of them in them]].
As long as Mom is kept safe, fed, tended to, your limit setting is a good thing.
She's got enough of her reasoning abilities still, she surely can understand limits--though,
from her behaviors described, she's probly not had anyone set --reasonable-- limits on her in her whole life---a history of trying to survive a bad family life, usually begets strange coping mechanisms--hers being dramatic scenes trying to grab attention & manipulate others.
I pray your limit-setting starts working better, soon; not holding breath though. Keep up your good work!
Now that she's living in my home and causing no end of trouble and stress, pitching hissy fits, threats, and doing some Academy award winning performances nightly, the detachment is critical. My kids (teens) go straight to their rooms to avoid her. I am the only person who will spend any time with her in the evening, and I limit that. I go to "bed" early. My kids come into my room and we snuggle & watch TV together upstairs until real bedtime. My husband stays in his man-cave until bedtime.
She is mean as a snake and twice as ugly, as they say back home. I feel like my responsibility is to see to her safety and that is all. She will be safe in the place we are putting her. There's food, medical people if needed, and activities. It doesn't have to be me. I am not out to see her happy or well-adjusted or even comfortable, since she never has been and never will be any of those things. I don't care if she makes friends or not. She will be safe and fed. That's the beginning and end of my obligation and interest.
I'm an only child, and my husband is my hero through this. Mom was really acting up last night, and I laid down the law. You have two choices: behave and be a good example OR go to your room and shut the door. I will not tolerate bratty, spoiled, ugly behavior in my home from anybody. You will absolutely not meddle in my marriage by bad-mouthing my husband. That man is a saint for letting you move in, doing a lot of hard labor for the move that cost him precious vacation time, and keeping his opinions to himself about you. That's the way it's going to be - the end.
My punishment later in the evening was for her "fall" on the stairs. She didn't really fall. There was no "thud". She beat on the wall with her fist and sat down on the stairs and pretended she couldn't talk or move, just whine and make animal noises. I think she was trying to trick me into thinking she had a stroke, but she didn't show real stroke signs. I've seen stroke and that was not it. She got herself into an office chair using both arms and I pushed her into her room to go to bed. When I reached for one of her 17 pill bottles, she suddenly regained the ability to talk to tell me in a very nasty voice to put her bottles right back and don't move them. Miraculous!
She took one of every kind, regardless of the Rx instructions or me repeating what the bottle said or that whichever one was not for night time. Whatever. I made her lie down. I turned off the lights and told her she was to shut her eyes, go to sleep, and be good in the morning.
This morning, the show went on. She said she couldn't sit up and had wet the bed big time. Again, I went to pick up pill bottles and another miracle happened - she sat up! It took a lot of hollering and moaning and wailing, but she did it. I made her sit up to clear her lungs (no, you don't have pneumonia) and she did walk into the bathroom to change herself out of the wet PJs, accompanied by a few verses of "Why Lord do you make me keep living?" and everybody's favorite "I wish I was dead". No comment! By the way, there was no bruise or mark of any kind on her leg or butt where she said she fell. This woman bruises if you look at her hard, so I really don't buy the fall routine this time.
She has a long history of punishing me & my dad (when he was alive), with medical episodes of one kind or another. If she's ticked or didn't get her way, look out. The strange thing is, if you offer to call 911 or take her to the ER or call the doctor, it all seems to clear up very rapidly. Interesting. She faked a heart attack at Stone Mountain on our vacation when I was about 10, faked a suicide attempt the night I was supposed to go to prom, another fake heart attack on my wedding day, and "fell" on the stairs holding my newborn son. She's cried wolf so often, nobody believes her anymore, so nobody comes running, which ticks her off extra. No, I never let her hold any of my babies again.
She went between "don't leave me here" and "get the h- - - away from me" several times in the span of about 10 minutes. I never touched her, I just offered her my arm for support, which she didn't want, and kept asking what kind of help do you want? None? Well OK. I have to get going to work then. Good luck with everything.