I don't know if this is the right place to post - my mum is not 'elderly' really. She's only mid 60s. But she has late stage dementia.
I moved back in with them in the first lockdown and we've made it work. I actually thought we were doing a pretty good job. I do all the personal care and hygiene stuff that I feel like my mum wouldn't have wanted my dad or a stranger to for her. I build my entire day around making sure she doesn't have to have any one else do that for her. I also cook 60-70% of meals and spend roughly 70% of my time with her keeping her busy and entertained and active. The rest of the time, when I'm working which is luckily only 2-4 hours a day, my dad does activities with her or takes her out somewhere.
That's been the pattern for the last three years now. It was working fine. I think I was on auto-pilot. I thought we were doing a good job and that was all that mattered and I switched off every other thought except mum and work.
I had a pretty serious eating disorder all through my adolescence, twenties and the start of my thirties. It's got in the way of forming any relationships or friendships or having much of a career (although I've established my career now and its going well) Moving in with them really stabilised it because I had to stay healthy to look after mum. But in January they went to stay with my sister, who lives abroad, for two weeks. And I relapsed really badly and now can't turn it back round. I'm trying to get help but waiting lists are really long.
My nerves are so frayed. I adore my mother but suddenly I'm impatient all the time and so many things she does are suddenly so frustrating. Especially stuff like dressing her or trying to move her/get her to move because she is heavy and uncooperative and I can't keep up the kind and jolly facade that worked so well before. I feel so irritable about small things. I feel like caring for her is the only thing in my life that matters at all and I'm not doing a good enough job of it right now. She deserves so much better.
Please advise me - how do you find the energy when you are spent? How do you keep finding the joy and worth it in when everything feels so so constantly difficult? How do I turn this around and be a good carer for her again?