It's absolutely hideous.
My lovely dad fell and broke his back this time 3 years ago, made a partial recovery physically but was never the same after.
September of that year DD started her GCSEs...then 6 months later Covid and lockdown. 2 weeks in we were advised that my dad was to be put on the end of life care pathway.
He hung on for over a year, bedridden, ultimately blind, doubly incontinent, frequently in pain and or confused.
I'm an only child and a single parent so navigating the whole lot fell on me. After being signed off with stress for 2 month late 2020 I was offered a sabbatical and subsequently handed my notice in.
My DD is 17.5 now and doing A-levels. She has been unbelievably resilient through it all, but it makes me sad that she's had to deal with so much that she really shouldn't have at her age and be far more independent than most teens.
Meanwhile I'm 'caring' social secretary, taxi driver and emotional punchbag for my mum full time atm, my health, social life and finances are shot to shit.
Looking for a part time job and hoping to rebuild this year but feels a bit like climbing Mt Everest in stilettos.