Just hoping some people here can relate or share some advice. I'm struggling to figure out how to deal with this situation.
Basically my mother is bipolar and has been on medication for this condition since she was committed to hospital 20 years ago (when I was 11). My childhood was chaotic to say the least, but my mum stabalised to some extent during my teen years. However, DSis and I believe she has more than bipolar alone, as the medication stopped the manic episodes and depressive lows, but she still has a lot of behavioural issues and is very much detached from reality. Her GP has tried to refer her to a psychiatrist but she won't go. At the moment she's on a low dose of lithium.
My Dad is a classic enabler - quiet, placid man who kept Mum happy to keep the peace. He was quite a religious man and retreated to the church when things got bad (which wasn't much use to his daughters at home). The happiest time of my childhood was the 6 weeks when Mum was in hospital and it was just me and him - first time I had some normality (sister is 9 years older than me and had moved out at that point). Dad now has dementia and is living in a nursing home, which is a relief as he's finally eating decent food and getting proper care. He actually seems happy there.
The problem is that my parents were very co-dependent. Mum never really worked and just relied on Dad for everything. I think she expected that I'd step in and do everything for her once he was unable to, but I have my own life to lead and honestly I find her really difficult to be around. Thankfully we managed to keep the carers that had been coming in daily for Dad, and they now visit Mum, but she wont let them do any real housework (just sends them to the shop for chicken fillet rolls and hash browns). Her house is dirty, she doesn't wash anywhere near enough, and won't do laundry or let anyone do it for her.
Dad's nursing home is about a 15 minute drive from Mum and there's no public transport there, so either DSis or I bring her and drop her back or she has to get taxis (which she can't afford but got into a habit of taking anyway). Both of us live about a 20 minute drive from Mum so it adds up. I see Mum at least once a week but she phones me incessantly in between. I had to block her number for my own sanity, and I try to just call her about three/four times a week. I can see her attempted calls to me - sometimes up to 15 calls within an hour and it could be at 8am (when I'm on my way to work) or midnight (when I'm in bed). I've told her its inappropriate many times but she just doesn't care and carries on regardless.
Once rent and nursing home bills are paid she has about £200 a week left for food and bills, which should be enough for one person. We offer to bring her shopping or do an online delivery but she has a fit - she wants the carers to go to Spar every day and buy her crap like sausage rolls. She wastes money and constantly gets into debt. She makes up excuses all the time for why she doesn't pay her bills, e.g. I forgot my wallet, I was robbed, etc. None of it is true.
She invents stories about things that have happened in her life and genuinely seems to believe them. She thinks people like her GP, hairdresser, local taxi driver, etc, are her best friends and she develops obsessions with them, especially if they're male. She has no real interest in my sister (her scapegoat) but bombards me constantly (so I suppose that makes me the golden child). My sister helps out but I think it's more for my benefit than anything else - I realise I'm lucky here as she really doesn't owe mum anything.
I suppose my issue is that over the last few years I've read up a lot about mental health, personality disorders, etc, and have realised just how bad a job my parents did. I have all sorts of issues with self esteem which I'm sure ties in with my upbringing. I resent my mum and find her so difficult to deal with, but if I pull away I feel guilty as she has nobody else. She's just a constant drain and I feel like I won't have any relief until she's dead. Then I feel guilty for thinking like that.
I'm lucky to have an incredibly supportive DP, but lately I'm just finding myself so exhausted, mentally and physically. I work full time in a job I'm not happy in, then come home and usually have to deal with Mum's latest drama. I feel like the life is being sucked out of me. Even when I see my friends I feel like I have this weight over me - while they can chat about holidays, clothes, movies, etc, I feel like its all so superficial and they'll never understand the shit I'm dealing with.
I'm tempted to quit the job, do a little bit of travelling and some counselling and start looking for a job when I'm back and refreshed, but I don't want to use up too much of my savings (which are earmarked for a house deposit) or set myself back too far career wise.
I suppose I just feel a bit lost and am wondering if anyone here had been through similar. Sorry its so long!