Having left MN after a decade of posting, but re-lurking after a 12 month break, I never thought a thread about care would be the subject to make me crumble and re-reg!
This is a thought provoker for all of those saying that you should look after your aged parents as it's your duty -
My Mum has mixed moderate dementia. This means that she can be quite lucid when talking to you - understand what you mean when you say it's a nice day and so on. But she has lost most of her language, has forgottten she's had children, doesn't understand why she can't go and see her Mum (Nan has been dead for almost 20 years) and so on.
She has a host of other very serious health conditions many of which she has had for a number of years and are now starting to come to their end-stages where they have a very serious effect on her life and day-to-day abilities. She also has very limited mobility meaning that she cannot cook for herself, cannot wash or toilet herself unassisted, cannot dress without help and so on. She can be left for an hour or two but no more than that, so looking after her is a FT job.
When she originally started to deteriorate, I was a great proponent of finding a care home for her. My DF looks after her and was starting to struggle. However when she did have to go into a care home temporarily for respite purposes she was utterly miserable. She didn't understand where she was, became very distressed, and was constantly pleading to know what she had done wrong and what she could do to make it better so that she would be allowed home again. This was also during the first lockdown, so I wasn't allowed to see her in the same room. The closest we could get was trying to shout to each other through the gap in a top-opening window. Watching her try and lift her hand (severe arthritis) to "touch" mine through the pane of glass, made me cry all the way home. It knocked me for six the guilt I felt about her being in there, even though I knew she was being looked after by professionals.
She came home and was absolutely thrilled and it really made me question myself about what to do for the best. I am several hours drive away - it's not easy for me to go back and forwards regularly. But I go every other week to try and spend a few days with her - luckily I can work remotely.
It really surprised me that I wanted to care for her - I know it sounds awful when I write it like that, but I honestly thought I'd want her to have professional care, I'd visit, and that would be that. But the "pull" of wanting to care for her was really strong. Even now when she has assistance from a care team, she responds differently when I shower her, or toilet her, or help her dress - she's much happier, and more co-operative. Even the care team comment on the fact that she's much easier to work with when I'm there.
That said, it is hard. Really really hard. Not just physically but emotionally. Every single day that I am there - and I am conscious that I am not there 24/7. The emotional toll of caring with someone with dementia is very very high. Foods that she previously liked, she doesn't any more. She loses weight easily and doesn't eat much now so every day is a battle to try and get calories into her. Her mobility is limited but she wanders, so it's a constant worry that she will try and get up and fall over. Her memory is very unreliable - I had to explain that a great friend of hers, who passed away a long time ago, was no longer with us and she was very upset because she couldn't remember that she'd died (DM went to the funeral). She can't cook or get herself drinks as she struggles to stand, so every thing that she needs has to be fetched for her. The house is not set-up for someone with older-age mobility and memory issues. It's hard. She didn't know who I was last time I went - that was really upsetting, trying not to cry because it distresses her and trying to keep calm and keep a smile on my face whilst she asked me who I was and how I knew her.
If I lived nearer then I would want to be there every day. I was honestly surprised by how much I wanted to do it - even though DM and I had previously had a difficult relationship. I spend as much time as I can with her. But I would never ever judge someone for finding FT care for their parent because the worry and strain and stress is relentless. As it is, if DM gets much worse then I don't know how much longer we will be able to keep her at home because we don't have the equipment to lift her - the care team won't (and understandably because of their own H&S) and I have already strained my back several times trying to get her in and out of bed.
It's so hard to know what to do for the best. I take my hat off to anyone who is caring for someone who is elderly, but totally understand those who cannot and need to find care homes.