I was struck by this while reading the answers to another question. It appears, to me, that many of our parents (those in 70 - 100 year old range) have this sense of entitlement, especially when it comes to being cared for and/or being controlling of us and in some cases, their grandchildren. I know my parents did not and would not have been the primary caregivers for their elders but they certainly do think that we should be. In my case, it is not so bad as my dad is great as he is my mom's primary caregiver and I'm like Tonto - his faithful side-kick. Why is that? I'm also amazed at how many of those being cared for (and it appears women are in the majority here) are narcissistic and mean? And when we are in the 'sandwich' position (elder parents on one side and children and grandchildren on the other side) they expect us to do for them and NOT for our children and grandchildren, when I know they never even would have considered that! Is it perhaps because of the age they are living to now....people used to die younger. They used to call us the 'me' generation but I don't think so. I see this so often on this web site. Any thoughts, comments? Perhaps if we can talk this out we might be able to understand some of their behaviors better.
For whatever reason, people leave me alone on the subject of kids.
Listen to me, sounding like a Biblical scholar. Really I have problems with the Bible. I find God when I go outside and look at the stars or watch the animals. Now, if a snake walks up to me on four legs and starts talking, I might have second thoughts.
It doesn't say that having personal boundaries and ensuring your own health and wellbeing is dishonoroable to your parents. It doesn't say to stick around and put up with abuse because of a blood relationhip. It doesn't say that you have to sacrifice your own life and livlihood to make up for what your parents failed to plan for.
Honor doesn't mean blind obedience to a person who has lost their mind. It means that I respect my parents, but as an adult myself, I get to use good sense and do what keeps them safe, clean, healthy, and in as good a shape as possible.
For those of us who came from an abusive home situation, honoring that abuser takes on a whole different meaning. I don't have to put myself in a position to be abused or experience old traumas.
I honor my abusive mother by not telling her off, not calling her the names she has rightfully earned, and not giving her the chance to behave so badly toward me. I honor her by placing her in a facility that can meet all her needs.
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In Biblical times the Jewish tradition was for the eldest son to care for the mother if she is widowed. The eldest son also received the birthright. We see the eldest son taking care of his mother when Jesus -- Mary's eldest son -- told John that Mary was now his mother. John would take care of her.
So if anyone wants to use Biblical reference, I guess we can say that Big Brother will have to step up. Of course, he will also get the birthright -- something that might make other potential heirs a little miffed.
Fortunately, I have not been 'bingoed' much my life. However, this is what a lot of other childfree encounter: the bingo from others 'who will take care of you in your old age??' This is a REAL attitude out there; and whether or not one has kids, this seems to be the prevailing and multiplying attitude. I think this tends to be the easiest path which is why so many travel it.
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I know exactly how you feel. I've mentioned to my parents that whenever they need an extra pair of hands around the house, in their best interest to hire an experienced certified caregiver who knows exactly what to do.
1. A trained nurse
2. A certified physical therapist or occupational therapist
3. A janitor
4. Trained in the mandatory health & safety regulations of dealing with bodily fluids and sick people
5. A dietician
6. An Activities Specialist who has been educated on what kind of activities which type of patient needs for stimulation
7. Able to lift heavy loads
8. Able to safely transfer an adult human being with limited mobility
9. Aware of what side effects could happen or what they look like when they are happening
10. A psychiatric nurse
11. A dog to call on demand
12. In possession of industrial grade laundry machines to handle very large loads
13. A taxi service
14. Able to do more than one of the above at the same time. Nobody can.
So there are 12 reasons why I won't even consider care in my home for my narcissistic dementia-having mother.
But like many of you have said, caregivers are giving up part of their lives with their husbands/wives, children and grandchildren and I think this is part of my sisters resentment and they are taking it out on me. One of my sisters have told me she has no respect for me, when in reality I think she has no respect for herself because she feels forced into a situation she doesn't want to be in. I love my parents and would be helping if I could.
As I think back, no one in either side of the family ever took care of their parents under the same roof. Everyone had their own home. If the elder went into the hospital, they died there. My Dad's Mom had a stroke at 91 so she had to leave her single family home and go into a nursing home, died months later. My cousin's Mom finally had to go into a nursing home at 100 because she could no longer function, died weeks later, otherwise she lived in her own home, and her son [only child] didn't live with her. Same with my other cousins.
It wasn't until I started reading this website here that I learned that grown children were under the same roof as their elder parents. None of my friends were caring under roof with their parents.... nor anyone in my peer group doing the same. My boss was caring for his wife, so that was a different ballgame, yet none of their 6 children were under roof with them, he hired Caregivers.
So we all come from different backgrounds, different cultures, different family dynamics. This is all a learning curve for all of us.
When she could no longer manage alone (parkinsons, strokes and increasing dementia), purely out of duty, I sold my home, quit my career and moved 200 miles to live in her gloomy freezing basement and care for her. Her condition deteriorated rapidly. Four years later, after a bad fall and a spell in hospital it was evident I could no longer care for her alone (and she wouldn't allow anyone else in the house) so she went to a NH.
That was over two years ago and she's spent those two years in her room ranting, raging and planning where she's going to move to ... either with me (impossible) or some five star type resort facility where she'll be waited on hand and foot (which doesn't exist). A year ago, on the edge of a breakdown due to her daily screaming calls, I had a blackout driving my truck at 85 so I changed my phone number and made it unlisted.
When I visited yesterday she'd decided she'd go live with Joan. Joan, a long ago acquaintance, visits a couple of times a year, is in her 80s, has a sick husband, grown children, dogs and an active social life {rolling eyes}. She also wants me to get her a whistle because the NH staff don't run immediately when she pushes the buzzer for assistance ... assistance in opening her apple juice or something {again, rolling eyes}. Visiting sucks the life out of me and I mentioned I feel like I might be getting a cold, priming her not to expect me for a while, and I'll drop her stuff at the office for her ... always has to have more and more "stuff".
Her dementia is pretty much full blown, she can no longer sit up or stand, is incontinent and has no friends. Though she had all she ever wanted (it was never enough),,having spent her life fantasizing and desperately reaching for more, more, more she will continue in that mindset until the end which, frankly, is not far away. All I can do is ensure she has all she needs and distance myself for the sake of my own health and sanity. I've done my duty.
They really don't get it!
This once noble program has been bastardized into a monster which supports a multitude of industries and money mongers of all kinds. So called "medical advancements" and Hippocratic Oaths have us living well past any semblance of quality, merely milking the Medicare cows for all they and we are worth as individuals and taxpayers.
A DNR order can be signed but means very little unless Hospice is involved. Hospice also makes a hefty income from Medicare so a vicious circle is achieved. In any case, we are no longer allowed to die with dignity and our parents have had this sense of entitlement engrained into them from the onset of the program. If a parent happens to be a narcissist it serves to fuel their overinflated opinions of themselves.
In short, the monster started back in the 1940s as part of a noble reform effort.