I guess I'll go first with this one.
The thing that stands out the most for me about MIL with alzheimers.......
Everything is ALL ABOUT HER. I could cut my arm off and be bleeding on the floor right beside her and she would worry about who was going to bring her a cookie.
I am treated as" a nothing" in her world.
Then I feel guilty for thinking she's an old battleaxe.
Well that's my confession.
How about yours?
for moi: the constant changing of their minds: I bought them new duvets,
dialogue:
yes ok I want it, (so I make the beds),
no I don't, (so I removed them),
now, can I get them back....
moi: suuurrrre, tomorrow.
It does more harm than good to over humor them because it complicates things unnecessarily for the person with dementia.
If you've made the bed, it stays made. It does get done again.
When it's time to get dressed (depending on how advanced the dementia is), you offer two choices. Not let them look through a whole closet. Unnecessary complications.
Repeating the same question over and over again in a loop. Don't answer every time.
Cannot see me as a GROWN, INTELLIGENT PERSON...just her "little girl." :/
Doesn't want to accept the fact that she has a VICIOUS temper and acts like a 2 year old at times.
Wants everyone to think she's really a nice, friendly caring lady with her mind intact. (To the best of ours and doctors' knowledge, she does have her mind but she would literally kill someone if her "secret" was discovered.) Keeps her temper a secret.
Has admitted she needs help, but then when help is given, isn't always willing to cooperate.
But I'm careful who I express these thing to. When people say, "you should be glad you still have your mom."
Now she quietly sits and watches tv with me. I do not miss the narrating. I do miss the conversations we had.
2) Defrosting meat in cold water and a plastic bag, he turns the heat on under the pan.
3) He piles plastic tubs and boxes up, in the middle of the kitchen, and the largest goes on top. I cannot access stove.
4) I am cleaning and organizing, clear out a space, he puts stuff in the space which prevents me from organizing.
I don't know how he sneaks to do all this, when he never leaves his computer or cell phone.
Only a small example of daily struggles.
" the amount of mental energy and space in my brain that takes up that isn't mine anymore."
That's what got me the most. Even over two years later the estate is not quite wrapped up. More of my brain space is mine now and I look forward to the day when the tangibles I still have to do are finished.
I don't think people who haven't been there get it. I am trying to spread responsibilities among my kids so no one gets it all - even if I have to hire someone to do some of it.
As you have often said, do something good for you today.
None of these things are things I'm doing for MY life. In fact, it's an accepted family fact that this IS my life. I'm made to feel selfish if I even suggest I get a day to myself without having to think about all of this stuff. One day to fill my head with whatever I choose, not filled with the needs of someone else. This is a Herculean request. Often met with exasperation, excuses about why they can't chip in, how hard it would be to come over and stay here for longer than an hour, etc.
It's all very complicated and I guess that's normal when you care for elderly parents. There are resentments and anger and hurt feelings and, generally, one person does get stuck with the majority of the work. I'm sure it goes back to family dynamics and childhoods, etc. but, boy, I hate to say this...I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Oh, did she? I don't.
And that my brother is just living his life with not a care in the world for what is going on.
they know they have quite a lot of “power”.
sometimes they’re unfriendly. but they know we can’t replace them easily.
it takes time to train new people. very hard to find honest, hired caregivers who don’t steal in your home. we don’t have cameras at home, but we know stealing happened. the current caregivers do the job well, but they’re quite unfriendly sometimes.
i would fire them. but...
we need private caregivers. they know that.
i hope i find some good alternatives at some point.
it would be best of course:
a friendly, competent caregiver. i need to find better caregivers!!
it’s unfortunate to be dependent on these people.
hugs to everyone!
i hope your saturday is good!!
Best wishes to you !
I know there was a book about breast cancer called "The Long Goodbye", and I'm sure it's a horrible disease, I don't want to take anything away from anyone who has had it or lost someone to it, but I think dementia is truly the long goodbye.
hearing loss and cognitive decline/dementia often go together.
it’s really too bad, so many of us are in difficult situations.
I know that my mom is ready to die and be with my father in heaven.
After watching many others suffer, I hope and pray that I have a quick and easy death like my grandmother had.
It is torturous for a disease to linger for years and years.
I get that very much! When I decided to help out with my dad over 10 years ago, it was understood that my dad didn’t want assisted living but wanted to live comfortably at home until his death. He knew that his kidneys were going to fail him at some point but since he had dialysis four yrs prior in 2007 he said he never wanted to be on it again. I thought this would mean that when they failed again, he’d decline quickly and pass and I’d get to living my life again. But 2018 we were told his kidneys were decline and his dr strongly suggested we try a different form of dialysis: Peritoneal dialysis was supposed to be less stress on him and done while he slept at night. We watched the videos, did research online and I asked him if he would be ok trying this out and if he felt he would want to continue living this way. He said he wasn’t ready to die yet and he’d be willing to try it. By the end of that year, double pneumonia took him hard and I was forced into a position of starting him on hemodialysis months before his kidneys would have failed naturally and he was oxygen deprived on multiple occasions for that hospital stay and had to be in isolation and developed strong confusion and distrust of most things medical and even somewhat with me. Longer story shortened...I never anticipated at almost 34, when I agreed to care for him after my mom died that he would live to do dialysis again and I am at almost 44. He thought last year he could get off dialysis and still live (he had been repeatedly told by drs and myself that dialysis would be for the rest of his life, his kidney function wasn’t going to miraculously come back and he was too old & frail to do a transplant); imagine if I was an unscrupulous person, I could have told him ok let’s try you off dialysis for a few weeks. But I sat crushed & explained once again he could not live long without dialysis. We had been told a month at most once off dialysis. Trouble is, he isn’t “living” his life just existing. Watches tv and ignores that his legs are wasting away and that he will lose mobility(he’s an amputee missing his lower right leg already) & be bedridden. PT/OT are harder because he has worsening COPD. But yes, he could live for years yet. I reached my near breaking point back in January and started looking into assisted living. I explained to him why and he seemed to understand but he still relies heavily on me to get him going in any activity. But I’m so done waiting for my life to restart. My brain is fried from doing his thinking plus my own and I have no wish to wait until he’s gone to refresh. Like some of responders here that are in their 60s,70s...I’d take myself out of this life (if that was the only option left!) vs keeping on caring for him another two decades. I have so much to give to the world ( I used to be a massage therapist and want to work in the medical field to better help people worldwide) and I’m tired of wasting it on one person who barely acknowledges that I’m his daughter, uses any excuse not to do something to help himself, psychosomatically gets sick when new changes are presented and waits until I’m screaming and/or crying before realizing I’m not ok. Plus his doctors fail to recognize the burden it is on me being his sole caregiver. They just look to me to keep him alive so they can get paid; they are decent drs but clueless of how hard doing caregiving on my own really is.
Now I’m supposed to have respite care in a couple weeks...if I can keep him healthy enough to get and stay there for 2 weeks. Only the cosmos knows if I’ll get what I need..but I’ve stopped thinking my own wishes to live life are selfish. It’s self preservation. I miss my dad when he’s passed, but I will work to savor and live my life to its fullest possibilities after him.