Evening all - hope you don't mind me joining this thread! NC to avoid other threads/posts being linked, but have been around MN for a fair while.
Recently took on the role of a live in full time carer for an elderly relative, and I'm full of regret. It was supposed to be for her benefit - financially, keeping a closer watch, more personalised care by someone who knows her, able to create the memories we missed making with her husband (quick death following a surprise covid diagnosis a couple of years ago)... especially as care wise she doesnt need washing, hoisting, moving yet.. and in like - it would benefit me as a break from my incredibly stressful and toxic workplace, give me time and space to figure out my next steps, and create those happy memories.
She has had dementia diagnosed for about 7 years now, and was showing signs in the couple of years before that, but between her and her husband, it was masked/managed well.
She always was an odd person, erring on the side of abusive, with a healthy dose of gas lighting... and I had completely forgotten/blanked out just how bad it was.
It's as though all the good parts of her have gone, and she's just been left a confused, spiteful, vicious mess of a person. Still emotionally manipulative and abusive.
Anyone else who has come to sit with her while I've nipped out for an appointment of my own, and the day centre/cafe she goes to once a week - can't speak highly enough of her. She's a delight, funny, happy, singing, joyful, a good laugh, pleasant...
They give me the crazy eyes when I say that I'm glad she has been so lovely for them, but she sounds like a different person. The side eyes, the sceptical expression...
It was really tough last night, and I felt feelings of wanting to hurt myself for the first time in many many years. I didn't, and wouldn't, but I wanted to. And not to end anything, just for the brief moment of silence it gave. And all that was going through my head at 2am this morning was her laughing in my face, being sarcastic, passive aggressive, and generally a bitch.
And I can't say any of this to anyone in real life. They all say "oh its just the dementia, you have to make allowances". Or "you're doing such a good job looking after her".
Or they just don't believe me. Or will think I'm a horrible human being.
Except it isn't just the dementia. The dementia has just removed what small filter she had for me. Somehow she still puts her "public face/mask on" for other people.
And tomorrow is the day centre day. Which gives me a few hours reprieve from it all. Other than the vitriol I'll get in the morning encouraging her to get up/ready and breakfasted to go out.
I'm not even sure if this is the right place on MN to post - please let me know if it isn't and I'll get it removed.
I just have nowhere else to turn, and I scared myself last night.