Hello all. I have been lurking on these stately homes threads and also in the elderly parents section (someone suggested that I look here!!)
I wonder if you would mind if I told you all my story. I know that you can't help with anything practical or legal. I know that you can't tel me what to do. But if you could read this, I would be grateful.
Growing up, I always favoured my dad. I remember often being scared of my mother and anxious about her reactions. She was a vivacious woman (she's not dead - just not vivacious any more!!) - louder than most (although an American in England and possibly not really loud by her American family's standards). From the age of about ten, I often felt that I disappointed her. There was a lot of anxiety in the household - older brother had a dyslexia diagnosis but there is plainly more to it than that. He was not academic, struggled socially, struggled wth everything yet we aways had t pretend that he was the intelligent one. I felt that my achievemnets were not recognised.
I applied for Law at university, although I never ever wanted to do this. I did this to try and please my mother, to feel as though I was doing what she wanted and expected. I never believed that I would get the grades - but then I did!!!! I hated it and changed courses at the end of the first year. I don't think I have ever got over this and have striven to try to "make up" for this disappointment to her.
Growing up - I never confided in her. This is because it would make her worried and this was an annoyance to her. I remember having recurring nightmares about nuclear war, when I was around 12 (this was at a time when the world was actually close to such an event. There were also fims like "The Day After" and "Threads" which presented the bleakness and devastation of such an event. I remember telling a friend and she asked me why I hadn't told my mother. I couldn't understand what she meant. Why would I tell my mother? She owuld be cross!!
My mother has never had boundries, always expexted and demanded that I behave in a certain way. For decades I have always felt that I must "serve" her - with food, meals, treats etc etc. I just wanted her approval.
Many decades of this, until 2021, when she broke her hip. Towards the end of her stay in hospital, she became so mean to me, that it felt like she had winded me. When she returned home, she wanted me to stay with her all the time and take her to the toilet at night! I love 60 miles away and came up around 3/4 times a week until my dad went into hospital in November 2021. I had to go up 6 days out of 7 as she would not be alone. I sourced night sitters, did everything for her, but she became increasingly venomous. She lies about how much I do for her, minimises it, shouts, is unfailingly and devastatingly rude ALL THE TIME. The harder I try the nastier and mre entitled she seems.
In November, after taking her to a hospital appointment, she screamed at tme that I am a "ROTTEN DAUGHTER". It's the word "ROTTEN". She knows that that means - decaying, dead, lacking in morals. She has care day and night so I left her to it. After conveniently having flu at Christmas, my husband, daughter and I went to see her at New Year. She pretended not to recognise us. Then pretended not to understand why we had bought gifts, Then wouldn't open them and then wouldn't say thank you. She barely spoke to my husband and daughter (only grand child. I am biased but she is a lovely girl).
And now - I habe big decisions to make for both of them. She does not have dementia - honestly she doesn't. She's had the scans and memory tests. It's her. This woman is such a strong personality. I am terrified of her. I looked at the NHS domestic violence section and she fulfills 7 out of those 10 factors. So - I will do everything practically for her (I am the only LPA for her health and finances) but I hate that everyone expects me to just "change the way I react". As though it is all my fault. I hate that I do everything and my brother does nothing (he lives round the corner from her - he goes over every day for his dinner - which the carers make!!!! You couldn't make it up.