I’m not using hyperbole. It’s genuinely how I feel.
Dad has a very nasty cancer. Surgery and chemo has left him totally dependent . I moved in with him during Covid (just after his diagnosis). He has autism and is very physically disabled. Can’t walk more than 40 metres.
I clean the house, do house admin, wash his clothes and cook his meals. He’s a good father - worked multiple jobs to send me to private school as an example. Blue collar jobs.
I am the only person in his life basically. My siblings come and visit once a week but he has no friends. A facial surgery means he is not able to communicate easily with others.
Im happy with the heavy lifting day to day but sometimes I am just exasperated. I think he has got used to me doing way too much. To the point he will ask me to open mini crereal boxes. When I prompt him to try he will manage it fine.
On days I go to the office, I will make him a lunch and leave it in the fridge. When I come home at around 7pm I will see half of it on the kitchen table. I know he’s not well but It’s exhausting.
On a bad day he will call me 10 times for small things like he’s lost his glasses. They will be on his head.
I have a professional job in financial services (need to be in London 3 days a week.
My siblings do pay for a fortnightly cleaner and physio session.
im 29 and afraid my life is being ruined. At my age my dad was living a very carefree life. Im very resentful.