Anonymous wrote:^ Oh, and maybe some bright day in the future when the long term care issue is PROPERLY funded and isn't run by a bunch of greedy venture capitalists, we can have well-run facilities that aren't dumping grounds for the elderly who wind up being medicated into a stupor.
Anonymous wrote:The bottom line is that you must not prioritize an older parent, however evil that sounds. You prioritize yourself, your children, your spouse, your work, and whatever that's left over, you give to your elder.
My MIL is patient and kind-hearted, and her oldest son, who lives near her and helps her with daily living and medical appointments, is generous and helpful. And yet he has become her target for constant criticism, because familiarity breeds contempt. They each complain about the other to anyone who will listen. My husband, who lives across the ocean on a different continent, manages her finances from afar and tops off what she lacks with our money... is treated as the golden child. It's unfair, and we can all see it!
I've learned my lesson just watching how she interacts with my oldest BIL. I will never welcome an in-law or parent into my home, ever. Even the most pleasant person can turn into a terror when they're old enough. And unfortunately, my parents, who don't yet need my help, are already way more difficult than she is...
There's no win-win here. The mission is to find the least worse win-lose, and try to avoid the lose-lose.
Anonymous wrote:What a timely post. I opened this forum up because my 75 year old mother broke her leg last week and had surgery. I live 500 miles away and left my job as soon as I could to come be with her and my dad. She should have gone to a rehab hospital and I even begged her to stay in the hospital one more night until I could get there and help my dad get her in the house. But she insisted that she needed to go home that day, so my younger brother helped my dad get her in the house where she is stuck in her recliner 24/7. Even she admits that it almost killed my dad to get her up the steps into their house, but she doesn’t seem to have any remorse.
She can barely even stand up on her walker and pivot to use the commode that is now located in their living room. I’ve suggested they move into my house, which has a first floor living space and full bathroom with grab bars, and it would be much more convenient for her and my dad until she gets back on her feet (which, at her age and with osteoporosis is not likely to really even happen). Everything revolves around her, I’ve only been here 4 days and I can’t make her happy. They don’t have the finances for assisted living or even to downsize into a more accessible place. I’m torn, I get along well with my dad, and want to do this for him, but I think she might try to take us all down with her.