Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:This is OP - yes, I work, but it’s virtual and I can complete my hours whenever it works best for me. This means I have been dealing with my mom during the day and early evening and doing my work at night mainly. It’s entirely doable but exhausting.
The reason she can’t be in charge of her own meals is that she has gastrointestinal issues and doesn’t eat properly unless supervised and meals are prepared. She is perfectly happy to open up a bag of Cheetos and a bottle of Coke and just eat that. You might say at her age let her eat what she wants, except she will end up in the hospital. So could she microwave a prepared meal? Yes. Will she? No. We definitely tried but she will just eat whatever snacks are there. We don’t want to deprive her of those and the doctor said it’s fine as long as she eats balanced meals most of the time. I really wish I could just get her some anti anxiety meds and crush them up and roll around her Cheetos in them! It would make life so much easier probably. This morning she thanked me for bringing her a nice breakfast but said she wasn’t hungry. I left it in her kitchen area and she did end up eating it so if given to her she will do better at a reasonable diet. She loves her little dog and it gives her companionship but although she is mobile she is too unsteady to walk her on our uneven sidewalks. She doesn’t mind a dog walker but of course that person is not in her space when they are there so it doesn’t make her nervous. I just feel so bad for her but I can tell I am building up resentment and now understand I cannot ever do this to my kids.
Does she even know how to cook? Did she have a good diet in her youth?
Anonymous wrote:This is OP - yes, I work, but it’s virtual and I can complete my hours whenever it works best for me. This means I have been dealing with my mom during the day and early evening and doing my work at night mainly. It’s entirely doable but exhausting.
The reason she can’t be in charge of her own meals is that she has gastrointestinal issues and doesn’t eat properly unless supervised and meals are prepared. She is perfectly happy to open up a bag of Cheetos and a bottle of Coke and just eat that. You might say at her age let her eat what she wants, except she will end up in the hospital. So could she microwave a prepared meal? Yes. Will she? No. We definitely tried but she will just eat whatever snacks are there. We don’t want to deprive her of those and the doctor said it’s fine as long as she eats balanced meals most of the time. I really wish I could just get her some anti anxiety meds and crush them up and roll around her Cheetos in them! It would make life so much easier probably. This morning she thanked me for bringing her a nice breakfast but said she wasn’t hungry. I left it in her kitchen area and she did end up eating it so if given to her she will do better at a reasonable diet. She loves her little dog and it gives her companionship but although she is mobile she is too unsteady to walk her on our uneven sidewalks. She doesn’t mind a dog walker but of course that person is not in her space when they are there so it doesn’t make her nervous. I just feel so bad for her but I can tell I am building up resentment and now understand I cannot ever do this to my kids.
Anonymous wrote:There. I said it. I feel mean, but it’s the truth. I hate my existence now.
I am a taxi service, CNA, her entire social support system, her cook, maid, laundress, personal shopper, tech expert, dog walker, scheduler.
I want my life back but I feel in too deep. I’m so depressed. I honestly hate my life so much right now.
Anonymous wrote:Could be early stages of dementia, but whatever it is, you need help, OP. What the doctor says is all very well, it's not HIS life that's gone down the drain! Get her into care as early as you can. If she runs out of money, Medicare facilities.
Anonymous wrote:Whe really needs a low dose daily anxiety med (not a benzo) to help her out OP.
I would beg the doctor to give her one or tell the Dr she will have to go to assisted living because you can't take it anymore and then she will have real problems with anxiety.
Anonymous wrote:There. I said it. I feel mean, but it’s the truth. I hate my existence now.
I am a taxi service, CNA, her entire social support system, her cook, maid, laundress, personal shopper, tech expert, dog walker, scheduler.
I want my life back but I feel in too deep. I’m so depressed. I honestly hate my life so much right now.