Is there anyone out there besides me who wishes their mother would die? This miserable woman has lived with me for 5 years and I don't know how much more of her I can take. She is constantly trying to start an arguement with me. I don't get it. She has 3 other children who want nothing to do with her, I take her in and I get all the crap. Someone, please, just tell me you understand...all I want is a little sympathy and understanding for someone!
At one time she was quite ill and I moved to Oregon to help out. She has some moibility problems but is quite healthy otherwise.
My mother has npd/bpd and thinks and treats me as her slave all the while ruining my reputation, lies constantly to me, about me. Shes never at fault for anything and finds a way to scapegoat me. She trianglates stories, tells anyone who will listen, that Im jealous, stealing, planning to steal. Anytime i set boundries, im mean, nit pics, nothing is good enough, puts on that I have chip on shoulder, controlling. Pits her childern against each other. When confronted, always makes herself victim. Has accused me of making passes at my stepdad. Ive told her there isnt any reason why she cant do anything for herself, im not waiting on her. She tells others she is helpless, invalid. She has and will sabatoge anything I am planning to do or want to. I tell her nothing anymore. Shes relentless. She insists on drving and has had accidents, runs red lights and insists its someone elses fault. She is impossible. She refuses to bath and hasnt for over a year. Claims intense fear to be alone, i think she is faking it. Told me that Im not intilted to any personal life. I can go on and on. Tries to use fear to manipulate and control.
Im angry all most of time. She has told me my needs and wants are insignifcant.
I am financially stuck here, till i find another job.
Right after u moved here i relized shes an npd.
When I do leave, i will have go no contact.
I cant stand her, i will help out for my stepdad, but i dont owe anyone my life because of her sense of entiltement. Obviously, she doesnt care nor has she ever nor will she. Its all been a lie and its only about her.
One day there was a ministry inspector at the NH. They attend yearly and pick 3 people to ask if they have any concerns, meaning about the home or their care. Mommie Dearest said yes, I don't know where the money went from the sale of my house ... she was kept up to speed throughout the whole process. That brought the government down on my head like I was a common criminal. Of course I presented paperwork showing where the money was invested and that was the end of that
Due to all the stress I blacked out doing 85 in my truck. It only lasted a few seconds but it was a wake up call. It was many weeks before I felt confident enough to drive anywhere but the tiny nearby village. I changed my phone number and made it unlisted so she couldn't get at me any more though I continued to run her errands, filled with dread for a couple of days before and drained for a couple of days after. I have carpal tunnel and went to the doc to see about getting my hands fixed but my blood pressure was dangerously high ... go figure! I was supposed to go back for a recheck and, if it was still, high, get some meds (which I hate the thought of).
She passed on September 12, 2015. I was so happy she'd gone and a lifetime of nightmare was finally over. The palpitations and thundering stomach 24/7 quickly went away. I'm getting my life back together and I've decided to take a few months to recover. I live in the country with 2 dogs and 4 cats and will spend the next while organizing my tiny home and planning veggie gardens for spring.
I'm an only child and friends are mostly far away. I get invitations but Christmas will be just me and my beloved critters, peace and quiet, wood stove going, a nice meal and watching old movies. This Christmas is ours, free of the terror once and for all.
I went to my preacher with the same question.
No, you are not a terrible person. You don't really want her to die - you want her to no longer be suffering.
If she weren't sick or needing all of this, you would not be wishing she was dead...
and that's it - at least for me.
I'm not sure this will help you because sometimes nothing anyone can say really changes how one feels; but you were right, the social workers are right, and the fact that your mother - even if reluctantly - did agree to the move to residential care shows that at bottom even she knew you were right: that in the circumstances at the time, you could not have brought her home and ***even if you had*** she would still have grown older and more frail.
What you feel is sadness. You have no cause to feel guilt.
So from here, just do what is still possible. Her hair and nails should still be nice - discuss grooming with the staff, explain to them how important her appearance was to her, ask them (very nicely of course) to take a little extra trouble to help her. When she repeats herself, remember that useful phrase 'deflect with humour' (and, I'd add, with affection). Incontinence does break the spirit of all concerned, but the more relaxed you can be about it the less shaming it is for her. No, it's not nice, but it isn't something she can help - show her you understand.
Guilt won't help her. Dignity, though, is about how others treat her - that's worth fighting for! Hugs to you.
I liked what you said about gma being able to die and be with her family in a better place. I feel the same way and then sometimes I realize it is the only way I will ever get my own personal life back as well. None of us would ever wish someone dead, although we may say it in the heat of any argument, but when our parents or grandparents keep saying they want to die, I just hope God is listening and grants them their wish. For those in pain, I honestly feel that they should have a right to end it when they are ready. My father was ready and he thought the doctor could just give him a shot, it took about 8 days with him on Morphine.
Take care and God Bless you!
After my dad died in 1998, when she was fit, well and had a car, I encouraged her to get out, volunteer, go do something but nope, her life revolved around shopping, the library and walking her dog in the park. She had no friends, having alienated most all of them and fought with the neighbours wherever she lived. One time her house was "egged" and it wasn't even Halloween.
Speaking of dogs, many years ago she got a puppy weiner dog and insisted it slept in the bed. My father said no, no dogs in the bed, so she moved herself and the pup into the spare bedroom. For the last 12 years of his life my poor father slept alone and went everywhere by himself. After 50 years of busting his chops to give her everything, he died a lonely, broken man. He was a wonderful man and every time it crosses my mind I feel pure hatred for her..
Yes it hurts.
My mom won't accept any help, assistance but calls me for every issue as if I should resolve all the big stuff because I'm her daughter. I get all the grief and anger and others or my brother who has nothing to do with her or even a phone call is praised or excused.
We both wish it were over. She's terribly unhappy, lonely and unwilling to change her circumstances. I often envy when someone tells me their parent has passed. I honestly pray for that release for my mom and our family. I know she is ready to go as well.
Now if it turns out that it is time for hospice due to a worse medical condition, the that is a sad time but not a guilty time for you....and Ellie, I have to say Sherrie is right...caregiving seems to be the most loving thing you can do and you can anticipate it as a giving back time of joy in your relationship, but sometimes it does not work that way. If you stay and look around on here more, you will read the stories of people trying very hard to love and care for people who no longer (or maybe never did) return anything but criticism and complaint.