After almost dying of pneumonia 5 weeks ago Dad (90) miraculously recovered but fell a few days later from his hospital-bed and broke his cheekbone. He had to undergo surgery and felt so frail that he asked me to find him a place in AL, fearing that he would not be able to deal with my demented Mother (80) at home anymore.
I was skeptical since on multiple former occasions he had already turned down AL places last minute, but ok: I set the process in motion once again. Spent hours on the phone trying to find him a place nearby, did a lot of paperwork, transported his things to the AL - got everything prepared and assisted in his admission interview etc. Everything seemed well.
Early morning after just one night in AL he attacked me via phone in the most icy and hateful way for having taken his freedom away, something I had "secretly and maliciously been planning for the last few years", and he "thanked" me for getting rid of him "just like this". Two hours later he was back in his own house with the help of a friend.
His attack left me in total shock, the more as he is NOT suffering from dementia but is clear-minded and highly eloquent. For the last 5 weeks I had torn myself apart between his hospital stay(s), doctors calls, finding AL and spending time with Mom so she does not feel too lost. Again, I neglected my son, my house, my friends, myself ---- so I was so furious and hurt by his comments that I could hardly breathe. After a long cry I withdrew my contact number from all services regarding my parents and gave my brother's number instead, canceled POA and felt RELIEF.
In the evening my brother called, after a long talk he obviously had with Dad, and tried to make excuses for Dad's behavior (old, afraid of death, frail etc.). Once again I was supposed to push my own feelings aside like I did all my life, being a typical parentified child, and was asked to call Dad for the sake of "peace". I refused. Told my brother that I was done for good.
Shortly after my mother called, wailing on voicemail that I should call my poor suffering father. He did not even have the courage to call himself but let Mom and Bro do the diplomacy. By that time, I knew that this pattern I knew only too well from childhood would repeat and repeat endlessly until I would get out, so I called Dad (who was not even apologizing, pretending he would not remember what he had said) and told him as calmly as possible that he could live as he wanted and I would honor his freedom, but it was about time I honored my own freedom, too. I would not accept to be treated this way anymore and that it obviously would be better for their sake and mine if I stopped my caregiving role altogether.
Haven't heard from him since, but the first "flying monkeys" already tried to manipulate me back into the system. Seems the smear campaign and pity party are set in full motion. To clarify: it is not only my Father who regularly puts me down and makes me responsible for his feelings, but my Mother even more, so she is not an innocent victim here.
How do I prevent falling back into the trap? I cannot stand another round of abuse, but having been trained all my life to put my parents' needs first, I fear I might not withstand the outside pressure and internal guilt, especially since death may be around the corner.
Any suggestions would be very helpful. Thank you!
This is a nightmare and while I haven't actually gone through with getting him placed anywhere (I can't get any call backs from nursing homes - he is too far gone physically for AL). I got a bad result on a mammogram yesterday, and I know it's probably nothing but the urgent calls I got on Sunday to 'place' him again might get ignored, so I can focus on myself. I was on vacation last week and have to work this week. Funny thing is they conferenced me in on a conference call with a social worker when I was on vacation and I told them he needed to be placed and they said they were fine. So much can change between a Wednesday and a Sunday for them and I'm tired of it. I know I'm rambling but I'm so relieved I am not alone in these feelings. Please message me if you feel it would be helpful!
But why can't your fathers new wife do the groundwork to find a place for him if she can't handle him anymore? Next time let her do the job, then she might understand the effort better and thinks about it hard enough instead of letting you do all the work while she and Dad feel free to change their minds again.
Wishing you the best for your mammogram - waiting for a result is always a stressful time!
Go to a trained licensed Social Worker trained in life transitions for support.
Change your G-word. You are not in fact a felon who gets joy from being evil. You are a caring child who has done what you can given your human limitations. What you are feeling now is the OTHER G-word which is GRIEF. Grief that you have no way to make this right. That you did it and now everyone expects you to KEEP on doing this no matter the cost to you, no matter the hopelessness.
Turn off the phone. Give Mom and Dad the number for 9 1 1. Check in once a week. Let the family pick up the slack as they choose. They will be sympathetic soon enough.
As well as the G-word being changed to grief, I suggest you add a V word, and the victim is you. As you said, your father is not demented. I am certain he is uncertain and terrified and overwhelmed, but his actions will drive help away from him, and that is someplace he will have to go on the learned-behavior spectrum.
So sorry. This will hurt you. Not everything can be fixed. You will grieve and I am certain your parents are doing the same. But staying in this swirl of rancid stew is not going to help a thing.
At the least, tell siblings you are now taking a month's break to figure out where you stand finally. Do not resume the POA.
Hard to internalize this, but I keep trying. And one day it will sink in for good.
So many smart and insightful people - life saving stuff!