I too am in a what seems like an impossible situation. I moved in to help out my elderly parents. A year later I lost my job, soon after my 84 year old father was diagnosed with cancer. I cared for him 24/7 until his passing six months later. I have now been caring for my mother whom ,with dementia, was very dependent on my father and is now with me. She needs a caregiver on a constant basis. My mother has her money and I have mine. I also have a $55k student loan that is outstanding and constant stress for me. I have cashed out my last 401k to live on. Sallie Mae was kind enough to let me know, with the minimum payments I can make, my total loan will end up being over 100k. That's my future retirement. Currently with no income and my small nest egg slowly dwindling away I find myself in dire straits.
I have no idea what to do while time and money keeps clicking away.....
I know this is a growing problem in our society. We need help...
I decide my own moral obligations (though I hope I listen to advice); I expect others to do the same; I do not and would not judge anyone who came to a different conclusion from my own about what her obligations are. I am also baffled by people who, as far as I can tell, owe their ghastly parents nothing except possibly one stiff raised finger... but still feel bound by something, God knows what, to care for them. Baffled, but deeply impressed by a sense of their superior virtue, sometimes; or on the other hand saddened by what seems to have been the systematic destruction then exploitation of their personality.
Something else has just struck me. My oldest brother, my mother's best beloved person in the world, would nod vigorously at your every word. But in his case, I wonder, what's his beef? My mother does ask him, first words to him whenever he rings: "when are you coming to see us?" But she never minds that he never is. She never whines at him, or sighs, or does anything except express a keen interest in his news. And still he feels burdened by her. I accept that that's how he feels. I just don't understand where his particular, personal brand of guilt comes from, because it's not from anything my mother's ever said or done to him, and if it's because he thinks he ought to be doing more for her - well, you could have fooled me.
Now, that is no skin off my nose; I'm perfectly happy to let him be and reel off any required platitudes about how busy he is. No, all right, I'm not happy - but I do it anyway. What troubles me more is that he's an evangelist. I get the impression that my siblings feel that the choice I've made is somehow actively wrong, bad, the opposite of morally correct. That it would be better for my mother if she were made to stand on her own two feet. And what troubles me about that is, that they're handing it down.
My children have a warm, close relationship with both their grannies (my mother is a lot less trouble and a lot nicer to be around of the two, but we'll leave that for now). I would not dream of imposing on them; but they have taken it for granted that supporting me is just what families do, and they call and visit as regularly as their demanding jobs and lives allow. My siblings' children - I have three nephews and a niece, all grown graduates making their way in the world - were never encouraged to spend time with my mother and therefore are not so close to her; though I hope they enjoy keeping in touch with me through calls and Facebook, I'm very fond of them and enjoy my relationship with them. But they are very different people from their parents; they are kind and affectionate young people, well-adjusted and secure in their relationships. So the two nephews who have independent transport have each made the long trek to see my mother at their own suggestion, entirely of their own volition. More recently, the five London-based cousins got together over dinner to discuss looking after Granny if she ever came back to London to visit and stayed in respite care; again, nothing to do with me, they're grown people who organised this amongst themselves. Next thing I know, my quiet, gentle brother - think Michael Palin, if you're familiar with him, aka Mr Nice - is raving down the phone to me about burdening the children (mine too, not just his) with "massive guilt." As if wanting to pop in and have a cup of tea with their grandmother must necessarily be a sign that they felt guilt, rather than something nice to do on a slow, wet Sunday afternoon.
So, what am I saying? I think it's that I feel that my brother's attitude, coming from I know not what experience, is part of the societal problem too. It reminds me of certain attitudes to child-rearing: don't spoil them, don't smother them, don't indulge attention-seeking behaviour, you're making a rod for your own back… And as with child-rearing, this contributes to - it's more than a lack of respect for the job. It's almost a disapproval of the job. As though there is something sentimental, self-indulgent, weak-minded about what stay-at-home parents and care-givers alike are trying to achieve.
Should parents be compensated for caring for their children? Should adults be compensated for caring for their parents? What are these jobs WORTH? So much lip-service is paid to their value to society. Now show me the money, and tell me who's paying.
Medicaid payments to family caregivers are minimal, I think $1,500.00 a month in my area. And care recipient would have to be Medicaid eligible. Most of us are talking about parents with substantial assets, and because of impact to estate, and concerns of siblings of what will be left for them if appropriate payment is made. I can see share and share alike if siblings were doing their fair share.
If life was the way it was back in the day, when families all lived in the same area, and people had HONOR and supported each other, and the entire family was around to take care of the elderly, I'd have no problem with the elderly at all. But it ISN'T that way anymore. Now, families are scattered all over the place, sometimes hundreds or thousands of miles away, and from what I'm reading around here all the time, even if family is close by they have no sense of honor or care and bail out, leaving one sibling holding the whole care giving bag alone. That should never, ever happen, imo. If families stood together and shared the care giving role, and everyone took on their fair share while others could get much needed breaks, that's a workable, fair plan. But that's just not how it goes these days, and I don't think the elderly have any right whatsoever to ask that one child take them on all alone, and risk that child's own safety and security, while demanding that their own safety and security be guaranteed at all costs, even if it means that their child ends up broke, and possibly homeless, all the while insisting that the 'do nothing' family members get a 'fair share' of any money left after they die. That is just outrageous to me.
Lose all for the elderly? Shouldn't ever happen, and it shouldn't ever be asked.
we family caregivers keep folks off of medicaid, what for? To lose all ourselves? To benefit of siblings,.
I am completely overwhelmed with it all and now my sibs, getting my children in the midst of all of this. Too much today.
Let's take us out of the equation. Mother/father gets taken into institutional care. They don't starve. They don't die of cold or neglect. They are "looked after."
But society says: what about your loving filial duty? What kind of child abandons its parent to an unfeeling system? Shame on you.
But we don't need society to tell us that. Our hearts have already said: this is my parent and I will care for him/her 'til the end of his/her days.
So we do. And it costs society nothing, it costs our more remote siblings nothing (unless the expense of keeping us is a net debit against the parent's estate - but how often does that happen?), and - I hear more and more - it costs us everything. Financially, physically, emotionally. It is Not Fair.
Essentially, it seems to me that we are idealists living in a world of cynics. No wonder we're not comfortable. So if we can't beat them, how do we join them? How do we explain and assert ourselves in terms that the cynics can grasp? Because right is on our side; all we need is the right language to communicate the reality of what we're doing to people who do not understand.
Here I sit, after a decade and more of caring for my mom, in dire financial straights. We had an agreement that I wouldn't have to pay expenses if I moved in with her and would be able to save my own money, an agreement that she reneged on a month after I got in there and the demands for money started. I supported her very well financially for over 5 years, until I ended up losing my job because of her never ending needs. She refused me POA. When my own heath started to fail and I was literally in danger of a stroke from the stress and around the clock care she needed, I was forced to abandon her to the state at the beginning of this past September as I couldn't place her myself since all her assets were in her name and I couldn't sell them. I felt trapped in the care giver role. Abandoning her to the state to get her placed resulted in her accounts being frozen, and resulted in my disability checks(disability for an anxiety disorder after I ended up losing my job)also being unavailable since somehow she convinced people that I wasn't able to handle my own money, a total lie there, I've only been handling my own money all my life and have never had any major financial issues. I was without a single dime for 3 months, with everything in the house getting cut off around me and my family. It's still all cut off. We stayed with a friend of my son's for about a week and a half, but I couldn't deal there and was very uncomfortable, so I got my younger son and I into an extended stay motel...which we must be out of my this Wednesday. This month, December, is the first month I've been able to access my own funds, which is why we could afford this extended stay hotel for a couple weeks. My mothers assets have now reverted to my older son and we're working to sell some land to get us back on our feet. The deal was supposed to close by the 15th of this month, but it's taking a little longer. If my mother's house wasn't paid for, we'd have been homeless. She didn't leave a single dime to make sure WE, her family, was provided for. Being land rich and cash poor didn't help my family at all. Now, I'm out of funds and will have to return to my mother's house...in mid December...with no heat, lights, phone or running water until that land sells. I might be in the cold a week, it could be longer, who knows? All I know is what taking care of my mother cost me and my family just wasn't worth it. I tried in the beginning when she was still sound to get her to sell some of her assets to go into assisted living. She wouldn't hear it. She refused. I am an only child. I have no siblings, no other family whatsoever to turn to. It's just myself and my two sons. They'll be staying with a friend until our land sells, but unfortunately I have to return to the house. I'll be completely isolated there in the cold for God knows how long. At this point, I'm just praying I survive until we can sell the land.
If I had this to do all over again, no way in hell would I have done it. I'm alone, broke, and facing living in a god forsaken house in the middle of winter without even enough money to buy firewood. My mother, however, is warm, clean and fed. This shit isn't worth it to the care giver, it's just not. Not when complete and utter ruin is the end result of care giving. Put these elderly in a NH people, and take care of YOURSELVES FIRST and the hell with promises. Nobody should end up where I'm at now. It's asking way, way too damn much from adult children. Nobody should be expected to give up their future security and be reduced to living like an animal, which is how I see my own situation because that's exactly what I'll be doing in a few short days. Nothing...and noone... is worth this. People need to wise up and put the elderly where they belong...in a facility with people that get paid to look after them. Period. If I knew back in the day what I know now, things would have been a whole lot different. Never in a million years would I have taken on my mother, and what SHE wanted, to stay in her home, be damned.