I live with and assist my parents who are in their 70s. They don't need personal care, but since the pandemic they have relied on me to run errands, help them pay bills online, understand and respond to complicated letters, and so on. This has leaked into me being the go to person even though much of the time they could ask each other (they have confidence and skills/abilities in complementary areas). No dementia or anything like that at present. Some ongoing age related health conditions though.
The last couple of Christmasses I have really struggled, mentally/emotionally. They seem to have stopped giving a shit about it, which I can understand, but in 2020 I made a big effort because of the shitty hear we had all just had, only to be met with criticism and lack of any sort of help or acknowledgement.
Last year I did less but still the majority, and decided to work through Christmas since I needed to get out of the house and away from it all for my sanity. it was very much assumed that I would continue where we were from the previous year and I was treated like a F'ing servant over the festive period. I spent a lot of time hiding up and crying, and like an idiot when I couldn't hide it I pretended it was about something other than their shitty behaviour.
In this particularly cold and icy snap I asked them both to stay indoors, because they are both proven fall risks. I've taken on doing the outside jobs and running errands for them around my job and trying to sort everything I can for myself, as well as still some of the extra stuff I took on in 2020. They are retired and fill their days with their hobbies, and yet didn't write their copious list of christmas cards in time for last posting dates, let alone taking into account the strikes. As a result every time I leave the bloody house I have a pile of them given to me/am told to wait (delay going about my own day) while they finish writing that pile (I did have a boundary with that), I am instructed that it must go to the general post office rather than in a handy post box (I'm afraid at this stage they have gone in whatever letter box I am passing and I have just lied to keep the peace), and I'm surprised almost daily with more of a trickle of packages to take to an Evri counter - and of course I'm expected to sort it out when parcels have gone missing at their destination. The ONE Christmas task I asked them to do (decorate the tree) that they agreed to and are capable of doing still hasn't been done. They've been enjoying their hobby and little routines and seem utterly oblivious to how much extra I am doing and how badly I'm doing mentally. My mental health is normally fine but the last 3 years I have been teary/fed up/done in, and overwhelmed at Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I am very happy to help them and it was my insistence that they don't go out in the ice (which they were happy to agree to). But a bit of thanks, understanding that if somebody is doing you a favour you have to be flexible around them, not the other way around, and just generally getting off your own backside and helping yourself goes a long way.
They've also recently point blank refused to do things that would have helped me out enormously - I was refused to be able to borrow their car when mine broke down last week, causing me to miss an important engagement, when previously it would have been a no problem here's the keys.
I must be painting a picture full of conflict here but the fact is that usually we all get along very well. It does seem to be Christmas time in particular that they both get nasty and unhelpful, and I get burnt out and my patience wears thin.
The bigger picture is I feel scared that I feel trapped in this situation and that it's only going to get worse. I no longer feel able to kid myself that I could move out and they would be fine, and that flipping terrifies me. They categorically refuse to apply for attendance allowance, which would enable them to have a cleaner (instead I do everything) and a personal assistant, and have just not actioned things that only they can do that would help me to help them, like changing banks and gathering the power of attorney paperwork together that I'm fairly sure needs to be reviewed and updated. I am trying to run a business and to have appropriate boundaries with them.
I'm sorry I don't know what I'm even asking for here. Maybe just to let off steam. I will have to tackle the POA and attendance allowance again, soon. There are a couple of jobs I will be applying for that are out of area, and perhaps even me just applying for/going for interview for them will wake them up a bit.
TLDR: My parents are relying on me, taking me for granted and making unreasonable demands of my time and energy. It has happened every Christmas for the last 3 years. My mental wellness is suffering, and I feel stuck.