My mother is one of the most miserable humans on Earth, and has been for years. Whenever anyone has asked her "How are you doing?", for as far back in my memory as I can reach, I can never remember her saying "I'm fine". Now she's smoked herself to death. She has COPD, CHF, steroid-induced diabetes, a colostomy, osteoporosis, bone spurs in her neck, neuropathy in her limbs, brittle skin that tears at the drop of a hat...the list seems endless. She refuses to get out of bed to try to exercise to keep up any strength, and wants me to do more and more and more for her.
She's in the hospital right now because of a fall last week. She says her knees gave out.
I don't think it's so horrible that I just want this woman to finally have some peace, and yes, honestly, for the rest of us around her to have some as well. The discord and disharmony this narcissist spreads with her always ALWAYS negative attitude takes a toll. She will never change, and her health will only continue to go downhill.
I realize that I don't get to make the decision of when she goes, but I will admit that I do want her to. I think it's the only way she'll finally be "fine".
Also I too have a sister that lives 10 minutes away and NEVER helps at all!! And she is an RN!! I live an hour away and am here every weekend. I dread it, it's also a constant fight over the thermostat. We live in FL and they are happy with it being 80 to 83 in the house and per mom, can't turn on any ceiling fans. Needless to say when my dad turns it off, I go right behind him and turn it back on. I guess I should have made my own post about it because I'm definitely venting on my response to yours. I could go on and on but I won't. Please just know that you are not alone in your feelings and my heart definitely goes out to you!!!
I can relate to this. My mother still gets abusive at the drop of a hat for things I often can't understand. I will always regret that I had a challenging relationship with my mother that caused me a lot of stress in life and led to a lot of challenges I have now with my mental health.
I am not happy about how I have reacted at times to her behavior, which she clearly has not been able to control due to her own upbringing.
I just end up with feelings of guilt and shame and feeling responsible for my mother's happiness as she gets older and has no one but me really. Hugs to you as well and hang in there! Be kind to yourself.
always afraid of him. Now he has Alzheimer’s. He has not abused me now for a couple years. Not sure if it is because his energy level has decreased or that he realizes I’m all he has and needs me to take care of him. I resent this. My life has now changed. I am miserable and don’t want to live. All I see in my future is dealing with the worsening symptoms. All he does is sit in front of tv all day and seems happy to do that. I do everything. I really am struggling with hateful feelings towards him. For the way he has treated me and blame myself for the choices I made. Don’t know how I can go on. Ty for reading this. I know it could be worse. God Bless all out there. It is so hard.
I too am praying for a peaceful speedy transition for my mom who sounds like yours. your feeling are valid. I too experience guilt where she is concerned..
keep the faith God hears you.
No DCF in those days.
I was the youngest of the three.
They called me “Cinderella,” and made me clean starting at 8.
She I made me POA then Conservator.
She wanted me to see, she was leaving me 0.
I watched her take her last breath.
It was very healing ❤️🩹
Lawyers had me keep a journal of my hours and they told me to pay myself $50.00/hr, because she was so difficult and rotten to the core.
She tortured me until I turned 13, and could fight back.
I felt the same way and I don’t feel I’m evil.
#NarcissistSurvivor twice - we attract it apparently 🤷🏼♀️
I am an only child and moved in with my 89 year old mother 4 years ago after my father died. I was able to do this as I was divorced and living single. It was alright for a while but the last year or two she is becoming increasingly fragile, forgetful, neurotic, angry and with a kind of hostility that was not evident in her nature before. Plus she repeats the same 4 stories and opinions and cliches all the time and gets mad at me when I get impatient. I’m just so BORED with her and of course feel horribly selfish and guilty because I am impatient, bored, burnt out and frustrated with her. I love my mother but I admit I don’t like her all that much (she has a gossipy nature and is stubborn as hell). She’s really not the worst at all and I know she appreciates all that I do but she doesn’t respect many of my boundaries and doesn’t seem to care about what I go through. I feel that is selfish, even though she comes across as super unselfish to other people.
It feels that I don’t have a life of my own anymore. I do it ALL in our household, but of course I don’t resent her for that - just more her attitude and general personality. I feel like a real b**** daughter and feel very guilty about it and super guilty that I want an end to it soon. She misses my dad, she’s tired and becoming more depressed so I think she’d enjoy the afterlife much more!
I think it’s very normal to have these feelings but I feel guilty anyway…
When my dad died, i was so mixed with relief and guilt and sadness. It would be a lie to say that dealing with one sick parent is now easier that one parent is gone. Sometimes I also wonder "if one parent was going to die, it should be my mom first."
The point is, your mom will die. We all will. Wishing death on someone (without an evil intent) is normal. There are worse things than death. No one can deny death usually brings an unsettling peace to many caregivers.
What you can do to change your thinking pattern is to wish her a good death. With all this stuff she has wrong, wish her a peaceful, swift, and painless death. Wish her to be out of pain and despair. Wish that she find peace, clarity, and happiness in the next life.
You should not hope that someone dies. Then you will have that guilt inside of you. Trust me I know. I one wished my High School teacher dies beacuse he was so mean. The next day he died. He died getting shot at right in front of the school.So you see you should not hope someone dies.
We want the suffering to end. In my case, my mom is so tired of being here.
She has many good reasons to want to leave this world.
She has struggled with Parkinson’s disease for a long time.
She’s bed bound in hospice now.
She misses my dad terribly.
She sees a child who is a great comfort to her. She dreams of her but says she has seen her while she is awake too.
It’s fascinating. This child is about five years old and has told my mom that she will be with her until the end and will keep her safe from harm.
Through it all, mom smiles at her caregivers and the nurses. She is very tired though. She’s 95 and indeed ready to leave this world.
I am anticipating it, doing my very best to prepare but I have a feeling that I will feel relief and grief equally. I don’t know exactly what to expect really. I just hope that I can hold it together.
I am relieved that my mom made her burial arrangements.
I didn’t do so well with making my brother’s arrangements or going with my mom to make daddy’s funeral arrangements.
Has life with mom been perfect? No, absolutely not. It doesn’t matter.
We all have good and bad memories in life.
I prefer overall not to give too much credence to the painful periods and I take comfort in happier times.
Hey, it took quite awhile for me to learn those lessons in therapy! I am not about to discard what I have learned.
Fast forward to my adulthood. In my late 30s and early 40s (while raising 3 boys of my own and working full time) my mother developed early onset Alzheimers. Dad did his best to care for her but ultimately the last 2 years fell on me. When it was over, I was so burned out there was little left of me. (another story for another time, but those of you who have cared for an Alzheimers patient understand, I'm sure). On top of that, the years of caring for her took a toll on my marriage. After she passed, I spent the next 2 years having to pull my marriage out of the toilet and that just further left me feeling burned out and like an emotional zombie.
During this time of burnout and emotional zombie-hood, my father started needing more and more care. I just didn't have much left to give. I gave lip service to his care--made sure he had groceries, took him to doctor's appointments, picked up prescriptions, and called once a day to check in. Those are all good, but he honestly needed more. He needed to be in ALF or in my home getting more daily attention. I knew that, and I chose to ignore that because I just didn't want to give one drop more. I prayed for the Lord to just take him. And I didn't pray from some altruistic desire for his suffering to end. I prayed because I didn't want to be the one taking care of him. I think I would have done better for him if I wasn't already burned out from the years of mom's care, but maybe that's an excuse.
Anyway, this week we placed Dad on hospice care and he has about a week left. I'm wracked with guilt realizing that this is exactly what I hoped for. I never wished ill for him and certainly never wished he would suffer, but I did wish he would go away and I would be released from the responsibility to care for him. I'm just still stuck in emotional zombie land with nothing to give anyone, including my own father. How he ended up on Hospice is another long story but he likely would not be dying if he had been receiving better/more engaged daily care and attention. I know that, and I'm ashamed for not doing more to see that he got that care. And I'm ashamed for wishing he would just go away so I wouldn't have to put energy into finding ways to get him that care.
Oh, this is so hard.
As to it being wrong to want someone to die? No, really, gently, it is not wrong imho. My parents lived to mid 90s, and were no longer comfortable at the end, were suffering. When they died, loving kind and marvelous that they had always been, what I felt for them was relief. I helped my bro in the last year of his life when he was, at 85, diagnosed with probable early Lewy's dementia. He was afraid for his future. He was the rock in my world, Hansel to my Gretel in every dark wood of my life. And I felt relief for him when he died before Lewy's could do its worst. I miss him. But he is with me in my heart.
You are witness to great suffering. You cannot even comfort yourself with knowing the person you are witness to had a wonderful life. You are desperate not to see it, and there isn't a question in my mind that if you had a magic want you would wave it and all the suffering would be gone from your Mom, from you, from all the world.
Be gentle on yourself. Your wishes for release for all involved is the opposite of evil. It is filled with grief and goodness. Know that there are many good people of faith (I myself am an atheist) here who have prayed to their gods to stop the suffering.
My dad passed away 2 months after they moved in with us (Parkinson's, with a fast and sad decline) and Mom still lives with us. The first several months were difficult because she was focused on their finances. She also has dementia and couldn't remember what was said, couldn't remember that she had a memory book that showed everything, couldn't remember that Daddy had died, worried if there was money to pay for his funeral and headstone, etc., and it was very trying. My brother and his wife had put their lives on hold for about 9 months before my Dad passed. They live a few hundred miles away but put a travel trailer on my parents' property and were here weekly. However, shortly after Daddy passed and things were "settled" I felt abandoned because everyone else's life went back to normal and I still felt I needed support to help with Mom.
My mom is a precious little lady now, sweet and tiny (97 pounds fully dressed) and we get along well. I call her my little baby doll and she is very appreciative of all the help we provide (bathing, dressing, basically all of her ADLs except for eating)....but I still am looking forward to a time when I am not responsible for her.
She is ready to go, and when she passes, I don't think I'll have any regrets. I used to feel bad, but she "exists" more than lives. She feels bad that she needs so much help, but like I said, she is very appreciative for everything we do. I know I'm blessed because she isn't demanding and mean like some the rest of you care for.
I think most of us feel guilty for wanting our loved one to die so we can get on with our lives, but as long as we are caring for them in a loving way while they are here, there isn't any reason to feel guilty.
You can probably find support to help you feel justified in feeling the way you and you would like to feel less guilty about these feelings.
Feelings are whatever they need to be. If you "deserve" to feel guilty, then accept that you may feel bad about yourself over this, but don't let it overwhelm you. If you acknowledge how you feel without trying to justify it, it will have less impact on your life.
Do I hear you saying that this thread should die?
It does seem to be a living topic for many.
Sometimes one comment will shut down a thread. Ridiculous! Just delete that one comment and allow others to post on the thread.