Yea - I am in this exact position. Although my brother is actually ill (severe depression and psychosis). My parents are in their 80s with my father with a recent diagnosis of Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia and rapidly declining, there being various hospital admissions (keeps getting serious infections) and my mother having to care for him, which she struggles with a lot both mentally and physically (she’s 85).
I have PoA for my parents and manage their affairs, make practical arrangements for them (care for dad, respite for mum, finances, health advocacy and attending hospital/social care meetings etc), visit when I can. Am in the process of trying to sell their house and move them down here to my town.
I am my brother’s next of kin and basically do the same for him as my parents (although not moving him close to me). He did decamp to mine when he relapsed but I got him admitted to my local
hospital when he started threatening physical harm to those around him, including DD.
All the while keeping most of each parties’ issues and crises a secret from each other to protect their wellbeing - for example my parents have no idea my brother keeps overdosing and ending up in hospital (my mum is hanging on by a thread as it is), and my brother doesn’t know about my father’s diagnosis and rapid decline (as advised to me by his psychosis team).
My brother lives at the bottom of the country, 3 and a half hours from me, my parents at the top, almost 5 hours away.
I also work full time, and a have a neurodivergent teenage DD to support, not to mention a husband who went through his own MH crisis a couple of years ago culminating in suicide attempts (caused by collapse of his business due to the impact of Covid). One of the major things I’ve had to deal with is the guilt I feel for not doing more. But I also feel guilty about the impact it’s had on my job/daughter/husband at times.
I have got to the point (with a lot of support from MN in the past on a couple of threads on here, which you may find helpful for yourself) when I’ve had to step back in certain ways, e.g. I have limited my visits to both as I am simply exhausted, I have placed strict boundaries with my brother both in my head as to the amount of support I am willing to give, e.g. I no longer give his medical or social care teams any inkling that I may be able to offer him more support than I’m already giving, ditto with my parents. I also no longer respond to my brother’s emotional blackmail and selfishness (even though I know much of it may be as a result of his condition) and he is categorically banned from our house, at least whilst DD lives here; a rule I had already immediately imposed myself but reinforced by the council’s children’s safeguarding when the hospital raised a safeguarding concern about DD when my brother admitted to intrusive thoughts about attacking her when I got him admitted down here.
Priority 1 is my DD, priority 2 is me and my DH, then it’s them. I see one of my main roles being to ensure they are being supported by the right professionals - and to then trust those professionals to do their jobs; I now see myself as their advocate rather than their carer.
It’s been a rough 18 months - and I’m only now starting to find some peace and a return to some form of life (although saying that I’ve been awake since 4 worrying about my brother who took another overdose yesterday - he’s in hospital but not in danger). The guilt hasn’t entirely disappeared, but it’s better than it was.