We are lucky to have a bit of help to care for Mum and her mid-stage dementia now. This is good and I am ever so thankful to have help.
But somehow I thought it would help me more. That I'd be able to think a little or not feel sick and fluttery all the time.
I don't wish to be ungrateful. Thing is, I feel on tenterhooks all the time and there are problems (Mum's worst moods and confusions and anger and delusions) that I have to step in for. I know this should be fine. Carer is lovely and a human being and should not have to suffer unduly.
Thing is, it isn't fine for me. I just can't... I don't know. I have had enough. I want Mum in a care home where they can attend to her needs 24/7 and for her to be safe... and their responsibility. That's me. It's not fair on her and she would feel ever so abandoned. She already does, now I'm back working and carer is there while I am not. She wants me.
I think she has the ability to decide her future since she still knows me and gives a good show of understanding (though afterwards I get all the muddled questions). She's fit and healthy and young so apart from the confusions/delusions/not knowing where she is/memory loss, she's fine and we should be helping her stay at home and be as independent as she can and not deprive her of her liberty. I get this. I know what's best for her is best. But I just... can't... I'm burnt out from 40 years of attending to her mental health, my father's brain tumour + effects and now my mother's dementia.
Social services keep telling me she's basically fine and won't do any sort of assessment (I am going to ask GP for a referral). From previous experience with Dad - they said he was fine and capable physically and mentally right up to the point he couldn't hold a spoon (9 years after losing all short term memory and 2 years after falling twice a week). So not holding out any hope there.
What do you do when you "just can't..." but have to?
But somehow I thought it would help me more. That I'd be able to think a little or not feel sick and fluttery all the time.
I don't wish to be ungrateful. Thing is, I feel on tenterhooks all the time and there are problems (Mum's worst moods and confusions and anger and delusions) that I have to step in for. I know this should be fine. Carer is lovely and a human being and should not have to suffer unduly.
Thing is, it isn't fine for me. I just can't... I don't know. I have had enough. I want Mum in a care home where they can attend to her needs 24/7 and for her to be safe... and their responsibility. That's me. It's not fair on her and she would feel ever so abandoned. She already does, now I'm back working and carer is there while I am not. She wants me.
I think she has the ability to decide her future since she still knows me and gives a good show of understanding (though afterwards I get all the muddled questions). She's fit and healthy and young so apart from the confusions/delusions/not knowing where she is/memory loss, she's fine and we should be helping her stay at home and be as independent as she can and not deprive her of her liberty. I get this. I know what's best for her is best. But I just... can't... I'm burnt out from 40 years of attending to her mental health, my father's brain tumour + effects and now my mother's dementia.
Social services keep telling me she's basically fine and won't do any sort of assessment (I am going to ask GP for a referral). From previous experience with Dad - they said he was fine and capable physically and mentally right up to the point he couldn't hold a spoon (9 years after losing all short term memory and 2 years after falling twice a week). So not holding out any hope there.
What do you do when you "just can't..." but have to?