As those who’ve read my pps will know, my elderly parents live with me and DH (on separate floors of the same house). My dad has multiple conditions but actually seems to be doing unusually well at the moment, touch wood. It’s my mum that’s the problem. Apologies in advance, this is going to get long.
She’s my dad's main carer and to be fair seems capable and comfortable in that role (she worked in healthcare previously), but everything except for her caring role is disintegrating. She doesn't have to do a lot in the house apart from my dad's care and a bit of housework she chooses to do, she knows help's available there if it's needed but she refuses it, basically she's not coping with anything else except my dad's care which is fair enough except she refuses to admit it and throws massive strops if anyone so much as hints she's doing too much. She's always been difficult and personally I believe she has narcissistic personality disorder, definitely some form of mental illness/personality disorder, everything has to be about her all the time. Tears and histrionics if she's ever challenged on even the tiniest little thing, martyr behaviour etc. On the rare occasions she puts other people first you’d think she’d invented a cure for cancer, the amount of gratitude she’s apparently owed, throwing instances of gift-giving/favours etc in people's faces etc, no one appreciates her, etc etc.
Lately things have got a lot harder because she appears to be starting with dementia (or has at least become forgetful to the point where it's getting problematic, we've had issues with flies 3x now because she's left food outside the fridge/freezer to rot, standard response when told this is 'No I didn't'.) She has become very thin and doesn't look well but refuses to see the doctor, never mind that my dad and I worry ourselves sick about her, she just says ‘well don’t worry then,’ in quite a nasty tone of voice. (She’s always thought she could tell people how to think and feel, my younger years were a mass of invalidation and resulting low self-esteem whenever I failed to do, say, think or feel as she thought I should.)
My dad has so many illnesses on the go, I know mortality is looming large in his mind even though he’s doing better for the time being, and she reduces him to tears sometimes. He’s the kindest man you can imagine, and it is destroying me to see him hurt. (It tells you a lot that as I type those words I'm imagining my mum pulling a face and repeating them in the most sarcastic tone imaginable, then using a put-down such as 'ridiculous'.) It was their wedding anniversary earlier this week and although he’s housebound he got me to help him get her a diamond ring, she got him nothing, despite my offer to get him something on her behalf. (She’s perfectly capable of leaving the house, doesn’t have agoraphobia, but refuses to go anywhere except my dad’s appointments.) She actually rolled her eyes when I tried to have this conversation with her, that my dad was getting her something, and should I get him something on her behalf. ‘He annoys me when he does this, we agreed we weren’t going to get each other anything’… I’ve now just made things worse by apologising to my dad on her behalf that she didn’t get him anything, because now he knows it was discussed with her and she couldn’t be bothered to even say ‘yes’ when I offered to do ALL the work for her as per fucking usual (Christmas/birthday cards are a thing of the past now because apparently it’s too much for her to even get in a car and be chauffeured to a shop to pick them out, so my dad and I would end up with shitty generic boxed cards if DH and I didn’t sort it all out… I'm not saying that's a big thing, it's sort of because it's such a little thing that it just speaks so loudly to me of how selfish she's become) I’d be a lot more understanding about this sort of thing if it wasn’t for her refusal to see the doctors, if she can’t even cope with a brief shopping trip then she needs at least an elementary check-up, but the mere mention of this causes her to turn nasty, ‘I won’t be told what to do’, etc etc… My dad is struggling to cope emotionally too and I just don't know how she can treat him like this.
What’s brought it to a head for me today is that she’s put her back out, admittedly trying to catch frogs that our cats had brought in (she’s about 2000% nicer to our cats and DH than she is to me or my dad, and she does do a lot for our cats, I’ll give her that - well, they never disagree with her do they, she must love them to bits) and I’ve had to have a conversation with my dad saying that if the back problems turn out to be severe I may need us to get some help in for things like washing and toileting. I hated saying that, because I feel like a bad daughter already for not being able to cope with doing it, I feel a good daughter would do whatever was needed (what sort of daughter won't wipe her own parents' bottoms, is kind of how I feel), and naturally it touched a nerve for my dad and made him cry. I feel like the worst daughter in the world right now. I thought I’d better ask my mum and dad not to try to catch any more frogs in case they fall and end up injured. Just now I started to say to my mum ‘Can I just ask you not to…’ and before I even got any further her whole face had changed, nasty, glaring. This happens every single time anyone except DH breathes a word about anything she’s set her face against.
Treats me like a servant, won’t ever tell me when she’s short of cigarettes and then I’ll get ‘can you get me some cigarettes’ in the middle of a work day and it'll turn out she has none left (I’m self-employed and work as best I can from home, but neither of them seem to be able to understand or accept that my work has to be done at specific times.) I’ll say I’m going shopping and she’ll say ‘you can get me some cigarettes while you’re out’ like she's giving a servant an order, latest one is that I’ve started keeping cigarettes on hand in anticipation of her last-minute requests, unfortunately now she knows this it’s ‘oh, it’s fine, bringincrazyback keeps some upstairs anyway, so I don’t have to worry.’ Sometimes it feels like the entire household revolves around her fucking cigarettes, she gets defensive and says she'll get them herself if it's that big a deal, knowing full well that we won't call her on it because she'd get lost on her way to/from the shop.
I tell them I’m going to start cooking the evening meal and I just get ‘Right’ from my mum, rather than ‘thanks’, OK so I’m thanked at the end of most meals, but it’s just this ‘right’ that really gets to me, so many times I stand in their living room feeling like I’m a servant and they’re dismissing me to get back to my duties. I'm 51 and I feel about 6 most of the time around my mum. My dad hardly ever stands up to my mum because of the histrionics it causes when he does, weeping and wailing (my mum, I mean), everyone's so mean to her, she's so blameless, etc etc.
I’ve had it. I went on holiday by myself two weeks ago and it was absolute bliss, but unfortunately it also reinforced for me how desperately unhappy I am at home sometimes. I’m not cut out for this, but it would kill my parents mentally to have to go into a home, so that’s not an option either. I feel so trapped and can’t see a solution in sight. I try to talk about getting more help in and my mum just lies and says there’s no help available. She worked as an assistant OT and apparently none of 'these people' (OTs, physios, paid carers etc) know what they’re talking about. No one knows what they’re talking about except her. No one matters except her. This is destroying what little uneasy relationship I ever had with her (she’s always put me down, and then gaslighted me and tried to tell me she wasn’t putting me down and I was just being oversensitive, never any comfort when I was upset about something, tended to get shouted at about how it was making her feel whenever I got upset) as it just feels like the situation is swallowing what little niceness she is capable of and slowly turning her into a monster, that honestly doesn’t feel like an exaggeration. My dad and I tiptoe around her constantly and swallow the worry and hurt. My dad was scared she’d shout at him for spending the money when he presented her with the diamond ring (they’re not short of money), I just want to weep for him, he’s kindness itself and deserves better than the way she is treating him. So do I. She’s nice as pie around DH because she’s conscious she’s living in his house (albeit they do pay him rent), but her motto seems to be that you can treat immediate family however you want, be nasty to them, do nothing nice for them, and they’re still supposed to just magically ‘know’ you love them. I’ve been fed this fiction all my life and I am done with it now, it's led to countless problems for me in my life, settling for too little, letting past partners and friends treat me like shit. I sometimes think if they didn’t live with me I’d go NC with her (not with my dad), but my dad needs me all the more because he’s married to such a psycho, so I have to keep going, I can’t let him down. (I know I'm being really savage about my mum, I actually do love her but she is so hard to love. I also sympathise with her more than it sounds, because I think she is depressed, but what can anyone do to help when she refuses to go to the doctor?? - and that and the nastiness are what have caused this bitterness in me.)
It’s just so hard. I just needed to get that out. Apologies for the long post.