Mum is 4 months into moving into a care home after starting to really struggle on her own. Dementia suspected at the time, and now confirmed. Care home is excellent in terms of looking after her, but I'm really seeing the evidence of this being a progressive disease, with weekly declines in her memory, speech and confusion. Although our relationship hasn't always been good, I feel such sorrow as she approaches the end of her life. Today I told myself I have to just let her go and not beat myself up about trying and failing to fix the unfixable. Anyone else in the same position had similar feelings?
She has been in Memory Care for over three years now. I always have to pray in the parking lot before I go in. The emotional trauma of watching the downhill slide every week is too much to handle alone. God gives me the grace for another visit, then I leave and repeat the whole process.
Hardest thing I’ve ever been through, in my life.
Counseling is good. In person support groups for carers/ children of parents with dementia. To me, this forum is actually the best support group!
Definitely don't beat yourself up. It is what it is and you can't go back and try to fix the past.
I congratulate you on making the decision to move mom into a care home. Professional care means so much, not only to them but to us. If you were doing her personal care yourself, think how much harder it would be! I've done it and I know.
Good luck to you and your mother as you make your way down this unpredictable path. Please understand that you are not alone.
When my mother first started introducing me to everyone as her mother, I turned around to look at her, expecting to see her laughing. She wasn't. She truly thought of me as her mother. And in a sense I was. We become the parent and they revert to being the child.
I looked back over her life too, with sadness for all we didn't have together, and all she'd missed out on with her complaining and bitterness. But it was HER life, Chris, not mine. I did everything I could do to make her life better, but she never gave up the chance to tell me what a rotten job I'd done at it. But it wasn't my fault that she was so old and sickly, or that we had a damaged relationship of 64 years. It was just sad, but not fixable, so it had to be endured. The dreaded visits to the Memory Care facility. The harsh words, the accusations, the ugliness, all of it. Watching my mother fade away into an unrecognizable person was gruesome. Right up until she became comatose for a week and then died at 95.
Only then was she finally free of what tied her down on earth and kept her anxiety ridden and agitated in her wheelchair. And it freed me too, honestly, to get off the 10+ year roller coaster of fear, sadness, resentment and stress I had been on with her.
She's at peace now, and so am I. It's a terrible road to get from where you're at now to a point of peace for both of you. May God grant it to both of you sooner rather than later.
There are all sorts of emotions.
Sadness, fear, "guilt" (and I put the quotes around that because we feel guilt but there is no reason to feel guilty).
With the decline of a parent comes the sorrow that you are going to lose a part of what made you who you are.
Education is what will help you. Learn the stages, learn what she will be going through. You can anticipate the next decline she will have.
But also appreciate what she can still do, what she can still enjoy while you also mourn what she is losing.
Don't let the little stuff bother you and most of the stuff we fret over is little stuff.
Don't argue over stuff. You will NEVER win an argument with a person that has dementia. It will frustrate you as well as the person with dementia.
Just drop the subject, walk away. Try again in 5 minutes, 30 minutes or in a day.
Learn the art of "Therapeutic fibs" they can be a life saver.