Wow, blackdog, your situation echoes mine heavily.
To the original poster, please realize that sometimes, the person you love will not always be the person you knew. I recommend considering this fact, and making preparations for the eventual. I hear echoes of problems down the road in your post.
My own mother is 100% absorbed with scam contests she gets through the mail and on the phone. Due to her declining reasoning capabilities, she assumes she has already 'won' and enters 'pay to play' contests, or insists that wiring money out will give her needed fundage to pay for this or that (whether it be saving the Panama Canal from the Chinese, or kicking Obama out of the White House, or saving America, or getting us a new car...the list goes on and on). This has consumed her, and it is now all her life is about; she forgets to eat, and we no longer have the conversations we once had. From the moment I arrive home from work, she expects me to fill these scam contests out and write checks due to her declining eyesight. I am an enabler in a cycle that I started out doing these things because of my love for her, but it has grown beyond into something else. She doesn't care that we have to get the toddler to bed, or that it's 7 PM and time to make dinner. As much as I have tried to explain, she hates my family and I for trying to protect her, and views it as an personal insult to both her and attempts to sabotage America. I have watched her savings decline and now comandeer the mail whenever possible, offering to mail letters and simply ripping them up on the way to work. I feel horrible and deceitful doing this because she is, after all, my mother and I was raised to respect my parents. But she does not afford the same respect to my husband, and talks about him to me behind his back.
She told me just yesterday during one of her tirades that she really disliked me getting into my exercise clothes because they were 'too tight' and I was 'too old' to be wearing those type of clothes and jogging on the streets. (?) I am 39. She resents the time I take to exercise because it takes away from her. (At the same time, she's told me how proud she is of my having dropped 62 pounds -- talk about mixed messages)
She doesn't like the way we maintain our house. She has always been a bit snooty and is even more in her current mental state, as she nitpicks the way the bed is made, or the clutter in the kitchen -- and then indicates she won't help us pay for someone to help clean. She tells me one day she appreciates all the meals I cook for her, telling me just the other night how good my meal was, and the next day tells me that she hasn't had a decent meal in months and that we are starving her. When I suggested she move out into a place more suited for her, she called 911 and complained we were trying to kick her out -- this was not normal behavior for her even 3 years ago.
She doesn't want to pay for someone to come in and care for her because it's 'too expensive' but resents when we don't have, or make, time for her. Having an aide come in is not something we can afford on our own. If you were not aware, an aide can easily cost $10 an hour and alot of these have a minimum of 4 hours, with at least 1 day a week. An adult day care can run at least $70 a day for a full day.
So before I let this get TOO focused on me, I bring these real life moments to your attention -- not to scare you, but to make you aware. These are all things that I wished I had known before I jumped in and 'let my heart decide'. Yes, I love my mother. Yes, I hate to see her this way. Yes, I realize this is not any of her fault and we will ALL be old one day. But there comes a time when you MUST weigh doing what your heart wants over doing what is BEST for everyone. I took my mother in because I thought it was the 'right' thing to do, and like blackdog's husband, to please her. Your family must come first; YOU must come first, or you will be no good to anyone. The oxygen mask in an airplane is a good analogy here -- if you don't put the oxygen mask on yourself first, you may end up passing out before you can help anyone else. I can't count the days when I've alternately raged or been in tears, my hands shook, or my work has suffered.
For many, it will not be the challenging situation that others have stated, and you can make things work. But if it doesn't, how will you prepare yourself? You must decide for yourself what you can handle (and for how long -- my own situation is going on 10 years, the first 4 years fine) and weigh it against the outlets you have, because I guarantee there will be challenges, and you can prepare yourself by being informed. If you have Lifeworks through your job, call them today, or talk to your doctor who can either help you or refer you.
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