Hi @GoldMoon that’s really useful to know.
Weirdly, in the county Mummy Monkey lives in the council funded carers will do light cleaning (no need as mum has a cleaner) and they will do shopping. It came as a complete surprise to me as I expected any care to consist of chucking medication at her from the front door and then scampering off.
Of course, it may be dreadful, but I’m giving it the benefit of the doubt.
In Manchester, the council we found to be good and thorough for Mr Monkey’s DREADFUL mother. Obviously, she preferred to be a martyr and expected Mr Monkey to move in with her. Not sure where that left me in her plans. 😹 He didn’t move in, needless to say.
All of this learning I’m doing - thanks to everyone here - makes it clearer and clearer that elderly care really is a postcode lottery. Wholesale reform is needed.
The cavalry has arrived in the form of Sibling 2 who is much more sensible and LISTENS. Mummy Monkey is asleep (she’s always been nocturnal 🦇) and I’ve told him it’s about Mum’s safety and her wishes, not about what we as children want.
And, actually, I would be probably taking on more, like shopping, light touch support, but on my terms, and on my doorstep is manageable, not travelling here to Outer Mongolia,
But I’m not halting things like holidays, my career, my social life and interests, and I am not a de facto carer and I am NOT doing intimate care (which she doesn’t need)
That’s all ok so long as any support offered by Sibling 1 is not presented to me as fucking RESPITE care and we share equally admin. And when I need support I get it.
A day of sorting out beckons after I hammer out a report for a client. God bless Chat GPT at the moment.