I see a major decline in my social life. I'm finding it's harder and harder to relate to folks who do not have this care in their life. Some friends have stayed away and others, even though they mean well, say things like stay away and don't do as much for mother, but there's no one else to pick up the pieces for sure. They see what it's doing, and make judgements, but no one is really stepping in to help because it's too much. It's sad, isn't it, how it affects every aspect of life.
There is however, a partial "fix" that works for some -- if you manage to make new friends, who don't have a "history" of knowing you before you became a caregiver, they are the ones who will stick with you, and often lend some support.
I envy those whose Mom's are/were their best friends - those whose loved and were loved so enormously that the pain of loss is or will be equally as large and all-consuming. This is not my story. All my life I've suffered from "mother-envy".
Still, my grief is my grief. Mom has been in my life for more than five decades. The waiting and watching coupled with a hundred wishes of what could have been - should have been - gnaw at me as much at 55 as they did at 16.
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It would be a 'collective community' - perhaps duplex type housing situations so the caregiver and elder could be as close together as they desired by simply opening the door (soundproof door and walls would be required), and all the housing would connect to a 'common area' where all could gather to eat, socialze, watch movies, play cards, pool, dance - whatever. Picture a community where the 'common area' forms the center, and the housing spirals out from it in a big circle with green space and trees in between. Anyone wanting or needing to socilaze need simply go outside or to the commons. Anyone wanting to be left alone would not. Perhaps a porchlight that would be green if you wanted company, red if you did not, and perhaps a blinking red if you needed help?
All community members would have to meet a certain criteria (perhaps age, a certain percentage of time required for caregiving, income) and most importantly, would have to agree to community rules (a certain number of hours per week or month in service to others within the community - things like sitting with another elder for a weekend (always in 2's so no caregiver is overwhelmed), driving for someone who can't, or teaching a class - that sort of thing.
I realize this sounds like 'pie in the sky' (I am sitting vigil with my mother and sorely lacking in sleep), but I like the idea of it. If it takes a village to raise a child, a village can also come together to lift up the weary caregiver -whose efforts keep our vunerable elders off the government dole in droves.
Consequently I have stopped talking about my mother to anyone except my support group. She was just taking up too much of my life. It's another way I set boundaries.
s church. They spread the word that he needed help and his friends there take him to church and would just come visit with him.
I'm with mom 24/7 - afraid to leave the house. Who cares about those fly by night friends....I love my mom.
When I do go to the grocery, I am always talking to everyone....guess I need some adult conservation. My husband is the quiet. type. I've always been a "free spirit" - this is just a calling I'm going through and I will be a better person for knowing I am loving and caring for the person who has loved me the most!
go to parties, etc, but I leaned a great deal on several older people who gave me respite time and good advice as well as love. Things did get better, but my life changed again when I became the main caregiver for parents at a young age. I don't know if this will help, but I learned to stop looking for "normal" and created my own group of friends that ranged from young to old. I developed interests that could be interwoven with my parents, new friends, and true friends. In many countries, including an elderly person in your life is considered an honor as well as a normal part of life. It is hard, but so is life. Get someone to help you find some free time and meet people you can relate to. We are out there. Anyway, as you build your life, don't you feel that it is important to fill your life with people who are as caring as you are? You deserve it.! Best wishes. Rebecca
If you wore a "pretty white dress" at that time of the month, then I'm betting that back then you had never heard the "Pirate in a Red Shirt" joke.
i love my back yard .....
I knew a women whose adult son was in an accident that left him a quadraplegic. I wasn't among the first at the hospital - but I was among the few who called or visited every week, sought out ways to be of use, took food, washed dishes, provided transport to and from th hospital, even arranged a room at my expense for her out of town whre he w having treatment. Mostly i always answered her calls, many times late at night when she'd had one too many, and spent hours on the phone just listening and offering solace..
Time passed. Her son was released - after a year in hospital - and went off to a place out of state to live. I still kept in touch with her, and when Mom came and I soon found myself 'shut in' I let her know my situation, and how I would love to get out for a drink or a lunch.
3 times I called her. 3 times she said she wanted to get together and 3 times she never called me back. I see on her FB page that she is off on this cruise or that vacation, lost a great deal of weight, got a new job she loved, blah blah blah.
I'd like to believe that her indifference to me is because she knows all too well what its like to have your whole life revolve around a hospital bed and bodily functions and whether you want to or not you always have to be there. In her darkest hours she said more than once it would be easier if her son had died. So maybe she avoids me because I am a reminder of those dark hours and she wants only to embrace the light now.
I get it.
But even if 'friends' avoid us, wouldn't it be wonderful if they sent over a funny card, or a pizza, or left a bottle of wine on the doorstep? Of course I can't even get an email response from absent brothers after informing them days ago that their mother was in hospice, so I guess I expect too much.
Hmmm . . .time to lighten up. How about a most embarrasing moment? Let have a contest!
I worked within the court system, and every Friday we had huge crowds in the courtroom of people being arraigned and lots of lawyers. My job had me up front at the defense attorney tables, and back then women appearing 'before the bar' were required to wear a suit or dress, hose and heels (it was the 80's). That day I wore a white dress, and after sitting for a time while we were waiting for the judge, I'd gotten up to speak to someone in the audience.
A short moment later my boss, a very dignified, quiet man - an elder in his church - grabbed me from behind by both my shoulders. WTF!
He whispered urgently. "Let's get out of her. Walk!" and standing as close behind me as Cary Grant stood to Katherine Hepburn in some old movie whose name I can't remember after she had inadvertently ripped off half her gown, he lock-stepped me through the crowd, out the doors through the overflow in the hall, and to the door of the ladies bathroom.
You guessed it. I'd had a menstrual accident big as day on the rear end of my pretty white dress. He returned (after the arraignment) with a raincoat borrowed from the judge's secretary, which I wore from the courthouse and home to change.
The only thing that would have made this more embarrassing was being teased about it - but it never happened. Apparently no one else had noticed - he got me out of there before they did, and he never spoke it either.
Ok - whose got one? lets hear them!