My mom has now moved in with us as she can't live alone any longer. Probably mid stage dementia. Her narcissistic personality disorder has always been challenging, but with dementia it's like throwing gasoline on a fire. Is anyone else dealing with this?
It's OK not to love someone who showed no love to you-even if it is your mother. You (and I) are doing the best we can and that's all anyone can expect. Yes, it will be a relief when it's all over (for them and us).
My mother will be cremated, then I will call the few living relatives and friends to inform them. Nothing more.
This confirms my belief-"Live your life the way you want it inscribed on your tombstone." I'm trying to do that 'cause I'll be darned if I want people to remember me badly.
Either a crisis, sooner or later, will force the issue and you will have the enormous private gratification of thinking "told you so", or it will turn out that your mother will stay peacefully (or otherwise, just as she likes!) at home and pass away gently one night and everyone will be happy. But in any case it won't be your fault or your doing. Why bang your head against a wall trying to please someone who's determined not to let you please her? - especially when she has her boys to wait on her and take responsibility.
I wouldn't get too hung up on the boy v girl conundrum. For a start it's always complicated, but even more to the point there isn't a thing you can do about it. I have been surprised on a number of occasions by women telling me they "secretly" loved their sons more than their daughters; and what really surprised me was not only the calibre and variety of the women - I'd thought better of them - but also that they each considered this natural. Whereas I personally think it's a bit nuts.
Leave them all to it as far as you possibly can. Are you able to step back?
I have three brothers. One of my sisters-in-law told me just last year that when she was pregnant, my mother told her, "You don't want to have a daughter." I'm the local sib and only daughter. My brothers all live out of state. I have been told repeatedly by my mother that my time is not worth anything.
She started her directive to me to do extensive research to check out fall alert devices, and I suggested she ask my brother (the one who is least interested in my mother, yet the one she favors the most now). So she got upset at me and started her crying and shaking routine while telling me my brother's job was more important than mine, and so I'm the one who has to do all the research on a fall alert button for her.
If it was only just doing research...my obsessive mother requires microanalyzing every detail of every device, getting the absolute best deal, etc. I am not spending hours on this.
I know she considers me worthless. So I guess I'll just be that way, and not do her bidding!
Yes, she is declining mentally, but as long as she can insult me and expect me to be her servant, I can also decline to do her bidding.
However, you've gotta' rework that, unfortunately, if she has dementia. They're not responsible for their actions, even if they were like that (maybe worse now) when they were of sound mind.
She will never live with me. My brothers know that if it's too much for me at some point, I'm walking away, and she's all theirs to deal with.
Now, with the dementia it is worse. Everyone is bad and has wronged him and he is always a victim. And he always has a villain in his life.
My brother recently took him up to his place top stay because his dementia got bad and he was furious that my sister in law mistreated by looking at him funny and leaving him alone in the house while they went to work.
If we try to get him help he threatens to throw us out of the will to make us back off. He would never allow a diagnosis, would not move with us and any help is treated as an attempt to have him "put away". A
He does not care about anyone else's concern, only his own. He was always this way but it is worse now.
Sorry no regret, no guilt. I have a lovely husband and he comes first
So I'm not disagreeing. But you say no regret, no guilt. And my eyes flicker up to your first sentence, where it says that this is the hardest time of your life.
You see the contradiction, there?
And pressure from siblings, hmmm. Social workers and hospitals can be made to see objective sense once they have a clear history. Siblings perhaps not so much, or so straightforward. What are they up to, exactly? - what mind games are going on, for example?
My brothers and I have treated her with dignity and love regardless of her abuse. I made up my mind with the help of a psychologist that I would do my best to behave like a daughter regardless of my mothers inability to behave like a mother. It has never been easy.
My father drove himself off a mountain road, leaving us to deal with her when we were very young. I've often wondered if she drove him to do it although I know that he was drinking heavily during that time.
As her dementia increases, her desire to lash out at me has become worsened. I am thankful beyond measure that she is in assisted living where she can longer break my spirit with her demoralizing comments and actions.
You and the aides could try telling your mom how she's missed in the common area by other residents, how she added a spark to their activities but they've noticed that she's not attending the activities lately. Embellish it as you see fit. You're playing into her narcissism, she should love it.
Is she refusing bathing, clothes changing, etc.? That's what happened with my mom when I was caring for her. I finally had to tell her that she was smelling of body odor. She, the cleanest diva in the world, couldn't possibly be known for B.O.! Somehow the caregivers at the memory care facility get her in the shower.
It's better to ask, "What time would you like your shower?" rather than, "Do you want to take a shower?" There is no bargaining about taking the shower only what time she wants it.
My mother lived alone for 30 years before going into memory care. She is not a social animal. She never liked women due to the competition factor, so she didn't have any girlfriends. She didn't much like having a daughter either but I'm the one taking care of her needs now. She'll tell you she hates her daughter and she believes her daughter hates her. Fortunately she's unaware I AM her daughter. I play along 'cause I'd rather she like who I am than my relationship to her. For the first time in my life I'm getting complimented, so I'll gladly be involved with her confusion!
Really, you can't force them to participate or cooperate with the program. If all else fails, don't make it your battle. It's her choice and you're not responsible for what she chooses. You've done your best. Stop trying to have her fit in. I've had to. Mother won't talk to anyone because "they're all crazy." It's your life in there Mom, have it your way.
Your solution cracked me up! "My sister has narcissistic personality disorder and dementia.The ONLY thing I have found that helps is this: The local Senior Center has a play reading once a month. My sister can read and act,(even tho she can't remember) and gets to be the center of attention at the play reading." Lol - roflo.
My sister is a Narcissist, and unfortunately her personality has caused so much dissention. If it were my choice I wouldn't be involved with her at all, but our aging parents need my help. Unfortunately she interferes with every manner in which my other sibling and I work hard to try to provide good care for our parents by bullying us. It's a terrible thing to say, but once our parents pass I don't plan to have any involvement with her at all. Sadly, she destroyed the family relationships between her daughter, my parents and the rest of us. Although her daughter is often on the outs with her too, the damage was done years ago as we were made out to be the villains.
I feel for anyone that has a narcissist parent to care for, and especially one that has dementia too! It's difficult enough as it is to care for an aging parent, but having that coupled with NPD would be a nightmare!
As far as any pointers with how to handle it, I walk away as much as possible when my narcissist sister goes off. If you take them off the stage it can help to diffuse the situation; they don't like it if they don't have a captive audience, so try to turn away and not engage in their game.
My mother is narcissistic and has been all my life. Now she has stage 6 Alzheimer's and is no longer exhibiting the narc behavior.
We had a talk today to try to divert the subject of her "terrible headaches". I asked her if she enjoyed being a mother. She gave a lukewarm response. I asked if she would have rather been a career woman and she said, "Oh yes!" I then asked, "Or maybe a politician?", "That would have been good." She admitted that she didn't have much in common or interest with children. I asked her what career she would have chosen but, with the confusion, she couldn't answer.
I knew this growing up but, of course, it was unspoken.
I told her that was OK, that not everyone is cut out to be a mother.
I'm not mad at her, in fact I'm kind of relieved to have her admit it. I'm glad she could tell me this before she dies.
She had become more pleasant to me in many ways but
She had some last words for my sister which are not nice for her to live with now . was it dementia or just my mums narcissist personality? We'll never really know .
The week prior to my wedding, my fiance (her son) and I drove to visit his folks. She met me at the door with the comment, "I can't BELIEVE you had the newspaper print your engaement announcement! I am FURIOUS with you!".
I replied, "I am so sorry. Did they misspell your name?"
"No, you had the paper announce you were marrying my son, so I had to tell the women at the beauty shop I own, that he had divorced Suzie!" She responded indignantly.
I looked at my fiance, and said to him, "I never knew you were married before, This may be a deal breaker!"
"I've never been married, or even engaged before," He answered, adding that I should probably ask his Mom why she had to lie to her beauty shop customers!
So I looked at his Mom, and implored her, "Why did you tell your customers that your son was divorced, when he wasn't even married?"
"Well, I decided he should get married about 7 years ago, and so I gave a girl named Suzie (not her real name) that he was dating at the time, my engagement ring. I set a wedding date for them, and booked the chapel. I even gave her a wedding shower, and she got a lot of gifts! But the week before the wedding, my son withdrew all his savings accounts, and flew off to Hawaii with some of his buddies for three weeks! Imagine MY horror when I discovered Suzie, in the meantime,eloped with some guy she met at a bar, and they broke into my garage, and stole all the wedding gifts. So I couldn't return them to my beauty shop customers.
So for the last seven years, I've lied to them about the wedding, and the gifts. Once in a while Suzie drops by my beauty shop, and I ask how they are doing as a couple!"
"So you basically have been lying for the past 7 years, yet you choose to be angry with me for setting the record straight?" I asked incredulously.
"Well, I didn't exactly set the record straight," she said. "I told another lie and said they'd divorced, and THEN told the women he was marrying you!" She answered flatly.
"Thank heavens you got MY marriage straightened out!" I told her.
And that's how our relationship began. For the past 40 years, my Mother-in-Law has called me names like "lard-a**, and worthless Momma." She never babysat my children. and wouldn't allow them in her house unless I sat in the den to make sure they didn't touch her stuff! Meanwhile, I have raised three children to become educated, accountable adults, who respect me.
I have been nice to my Mother-in-law, and have never responded in anger to the poor treatment she has displayed. The last straw, however, has been this summer, She is 94, and has Alzheimers. She was still saying horrible things and just embarassing me. While I cleaned her feces off the walls in my home, she was telling my adult kids I was having an affair with an imaginary man downtown. How preposterous! . (My only thought was, 'I hope I had a better time with that imaginary man, than I am here with you, cleaning feces off my walls, bathing you, and being slapped and spit on!').
We finally had to place her in an Assisted Living lockdown Memory Care unit, while she paced the floor in June. She is now in Stage 7 of Alzheimers, not able to swallow, and I am having a horrible time reconciling her lifelong hatred of me, with caring physically for her. I wish her well, and hope she is not in pain.
That narcicistic behavior can be overwhelming. But they need our help. Someday God's got some "splainin' to do!
So she showed up the night I came home from the hospital. I couldn't walk anywhere, and was in a lot if pain. Monty had the doctor call in a pain med and my MIL said she'd pick it up the next morning.
The next morning, Monty and my daughter packed the car and drive iff for camp, around 8:00 AM. Meanwhile, I was in agony, with my knee throbbing with pain. I asked my MIL to go puck up my pain medicine at the drug store. She stood beside me (I had to sleep on the coucg, because my bedroom was upstairs, and Zi couldn't get there!). She then tossed a dry, burned piece if toast on me, and said, " I'm leaving in the next ten minutes or so!"
"Thanks for getting my pain meds!" I replied.
"No. I'm not coming back!" she responded. "I'm driving back to my house (an hour away) and helping the pastor of my church prepare the baptistry for a baptism! You know I AM the head deaconness at my church! I can't be here all day, let alone all weekend just because your knee hurts!" And with that being said, she packed up her small suitcase, and headed for the door.
I still remember what I hollered at her as she disappeared from my sight... "but what about me?"
I crawled to my downstairs' bathroom, by scooting on my rear. It took me nearly 30 minutes to get there! Then, I crawled to my husband's study, and was able to get up into his rolling leather chair. After that, I called my girlfriend across town, and she picked me up, got my pain meds, rented a wherlchair, and kept me at her house for the next three days until my husband Monty came home.
My mother in law is beyond narcicistic. If it hadn't been for my girlfriend, I would have had to go back into the hospital fir three days. I cannot believe the misery she has caused my entire family over the years.
Now that she's 94 and in the Assisted Living Center, we are sighing a breath of relief.
To the woman who is worried about her Mom joining in activities at the center, forget it. She is making her own life choices. I have started a new mantra: "This is no longer my monkey, and it's not my circus any longer!" (truthfully, I've never been in my Mother-in-law's circus in 40 years. So why start now?)
Well done for the great second response
For the past forty years I have been called ugly names, my Mother in law has bit her nails and spit them at me, and she has slapped me on the face as she has gotten older. She has lied about me mistreating her. I have never said or sone one thing inappropriate to this woman of hate.. Her last words my husband a month ago were: "Your wife isn't here at my 94th birthday party because she is having an affair with some man in Chicago (not true, and I was actually there, hearing every word she said!). I only want to know: Did I have a good time with this imaginary man, because anything would have been better than what I was actually doing: cleaning her feces off every surface of my home! She accused the assisted living facility (she moved of poisoning her iced tea, and often tried to jump inside the television