Trying not to think about situation with siblings and our wonderful, awesome and sick elderly mom. My hat goes off to all the caretakers here.
Indeed.
I think I know what you mean.
Trying not to think about situation with siblings and our wonderful, awesome and sick elderly mom. My hat goes off to all the caretakers here.
Poor customer service is on my mind! New iPhone not connecting to iTunes to restore. Live chat bot just disconnects after they run out of ideas.
Not a happy AFB this morning!
I suspect a mixture! Bot if there are answers it can work out, human if more complex. Thats my guess. Anyway getting somewhere I think now. Just waiting for another slider to complete!I had long wondered about that "live chat" thing, but have never tried it; so, it is a bot, not a human?
Grrr.
Poor customer service is on my mind! New iPhone not connecting to iTunes to restore. Live chat bot just disconnects after they run out of ideas.
Not a happy AFB this morning!
I suspect a mixture! Bot if there are answers it can work out, human if more complex. Thats my guess. Anyway getting somewhere I think now. Just waiting for another slider to complete!
I thought I showed great patience waiting until this morning as I was shattered yesterday. Only to be denied by a software glitch. Apple are not as slick as they used to be, but at least they get you there in the end.@Apple fanboy - glad to hear.
I thought I showed great patience waiting until this morning as I was shattered yesterday. Only to be denied by a software glitch. Apple are not as slick as they used to be, but at least they get you there in the end.
This is sadly not uncommon (I saw mention of it in the iPhones forum here). I can give you some consolation though, I am pretty sure it is iTunes, as the latest version of iTunes refused to recognize my 2018 iPad when I hooked it up to my iMac last night. That had not happened prior to this, so I just rolled my eyes and kept on it, until iTunes DID recognize it.
If it happens again, Apple are getting a call.
@Scepticalscribe - eldest sis is hinting she wants me to take over nearly every aspect of mom’s care, which, after my near death experience (not kidding) with sepsis & double pneumonia in July and subsequent gradual recovery, is ridiculous to put it mildly. I adore my mom and have been dealing with her mounting issues for five years (I live with her), this sis wants to run away after four months because she gave up all of her time off this year for mom, and to a much lesser extent, me. No instant fix, sis wants out.
So, another episode of As the Stomach Turns (though I joke, that was actually the case with me ).
Just trying to stay positive and get my strength up.
Apple has been really trying my patience lately, yet I am still an Apple user.
@Scepticalscribe It is funny with my sisters and me. I am now closer to the middle sister and finding it hard to communicate and relate to the eldest. That was flipped when we were kids. I do hope our relationship (eldest and I) doesn’t tank completely, but she’s acting like a body part I’d rather not mention.
Thankfully, more vapid thoughts are on my mind now: craving good fast food fried chicken, fries and perhaps a shake. Only a Wendy’s near here, so that is nearly a wash. I can make banana chocolate “ice cream” though, so maybe I will try to in our vitamix later. Will have to delay my craving, as it is early.
Sounds like eldest sister feels over-loaded, and now wants to run for the hills and have someone else take responsibility for caring for your mother. She does have the right to take time solely for herself, without having to justify it.
However, abdication of responsibility on the part of siblings - which, in the early stages is a sort of denial - comes with the territory. The other side of that is that - while that stage of denial exists - they will not want to know what is going on, only that things are being taken care of.
But that misses that this sort of caring is not just the physical side of things (I made clear that I was neither capable nor willing to do that), but the endless, relentless, responsibility for the life of someone else, someone, moreover, who was once the lodestar around whom your own life revolved.
With parents, this is the first huge dislocating shock - someone who rued your life, and whose goodwill and approbation and approval you lived for and whose support and advice was always there - a constant given in your life - now looks to you for these things.
And looks to you - inverting completely the old parent child relationship - to take control of, and responsibility for, her life.
And your own emotions re very intimately involved, as well in all of this, seeing the inevitable deterioration of someone who is loved is very upsetting.
So, it is not just that the "family unit" that defined you and gave birth to you is inverted, and turned upside-down - and that alone is shockingly stressful and hugely unsettling - for the old reliable roles you have inhabited since birth in that context all of your life (you the daughter, she the mother, and also the referee in family disputes whose authority is not really questioned) have now been permanently transformed and altered, which means that you are no longer a daughter in the classic sense, you have, in a way, become the mother.
This can be very unsettling and upsetting; the fact that - at times - my mother thinks that I am her mother amuses and appalls me in equal measure, a characteristic response where hilarity and heartbreak are intimately intertwined.
To try to get your head around this is traumatic.
This also means that relationships within siblings are also subject to sudden and dramatic change, as the old hierarchies are altered beyond all recognition, and the old family unit is therefore - to some extent - dissolved or dissolving.
This is on top of the responsibility for the physical stuff - making sure your parent is fed, watered, washed, taking meds, safe, warm, secure, and to that, is also added to the awesome responsibility for actually running someone's else's life (bank accounts, bills, - as this morning, having the downstairs loo repaired - plus the exhausting 'emotional labour' stuff as well).
And that is not taking into account any of your own needs, physical, personal, professional, psychological, as well.
When my mum was first diagnosed, six years ago, people (some of her more silly if well-meaning relatives, some of her friends) would phone or call in person, asking (as she has Alzheimers) "will she know me?"
Whereas I used to try to be diplomatic, now, I am blunt, - she doesn't know anyone, and hasn't for ages, their expectation of a warm welcome and endless attention (which they used to get from my mother who was a great listener and gave sage and supportive advice) will be dashed. For my part, in recent years, I have become very brusque with some of these people, - my capacity for small talk has really diminished - some of whom are surprisingly needy, "oh, it's terrible; oh, I am so upset".
If they come to see my mother, - or come to congratulate themselves because they have come to see my mother - let them see her, sit with her, and chat to her, and not bother me with the minutiae of their lives which I have neither time nor tolerance for, let alone patience.
It is not my job to manage the emotional distress of others - I have far too much on my own plate; in truth, she doesn't know any of us, (except that we matter to her), she loves visitors (I got beams, hugs, waves, and huge smiles today) and I am damned if I have the emotional reserves to deal with the upset of others.
So, my advice to you is to set boundaries, emotional, physical, psychological for yourself and police them ruthlessly. You have needs too, and the right to articulate them.
I think relationships with siblings will come under huge strain - they cannot but do so as you negotiate such drastic and traumatic changes, both in your relationships with your mother and in your altered relationships with one another.
Fresh frameworks - because the old family framework may - nay, will - dissolve, or be transformed beyond all recognition, - may evolve, or be navigated or negotiated (that took years) or the relationship may collapse entirely.
They may have significant others who will take priority, or may choose to abdicate entirely.
However, if they do choose to abdicate, they do not have a right to sit in judgment on the quality of care provided by those who are mainly, or solely, shouldering this responsibility.
Enjoy your weekend as well. Hope the family stuff resolved itself.Thank you for sharing this. I am sorry you have to try remain stoic while assisting a parent who doesn’t know you anymore, and the responsibilities sound massive and grueling. It is amazing that we learn to adapt to these situations and role reversals or not. It is heartbreaking.
I get the frustration with needy relatives and friends. Mom was a nutrition consultant-de facto psychiatrist for many needy, emotionally distraught people and I cannot stand fielding calls from them. Her close friends are a different story, but the peripheral clients are an unnecessary stress. Hugs to you for everything you are doing and trying to keep the peace.
I am more than happy to help mom in every way I can. I’ll refrain from discussing sis as it is more than overload, which I respect. I half joked with mom that I will probably have to save this sister’s tail at some point.
Thank you for sharing and venting. I hope you have a little time to yourself this weekend.
I’ll end these thoughts with I hope everyone here has a nice Saturday.
But I also wonder what will happen to me when I’m too old to look after myself. My daughter is unlikely to be involved. Hopefully I go out before then if you know what I mean.
He was a mindless healthy strong bastard until almost the end. The opposite of Mom, immensely brilliant and gracious, and died young of cancer.
My departure from this dimension and this body for sure will come, one day.
In the unlikely event I outlive Mrs AFB, they’ll probably just find me in the house weeks or months after I’ve passed!
What a lovely thought!
Sounds like a plan.Not to be too morbid, but this would be my scenario of choice, should I actually get to make one when the time comes. I would much rather succumb to whatever it is that's going to be the end of me in the comfort of my own home, as opposed to a bed in a hospital.
That being said, let's just try to live life to the fullest while we're all still here, shall we?
Not to be too morbid, but this would be my scenario of choice, should I actually get to make one when the time comes. I would much rather succumb to whatever it is that's going to be the end of me in the comfort of my own home, as opposed to a bed in a hospital.
That being said, let's just try to live life to the fullest while we're all still here, shall we?
In the unlikely event I outlive Mrs AFB, they’ll probably just find me in the house weeks or months after I’ve passed!
What a lovely thought!
I don't think it's morbid to discuss death. I think our lives benefit a lot of its discussion. To have processed and grasped that event, will improve life quality in my perspective as nothing to avoid talking about. Fear of death, is really just another angle of fearing to live fully and deeply.Not to be too morbid, but this would be my scenario of choice, should I actually get to make one when the time comes. I would much rather succumb to whatever it is that's going to be the end of me in the comfort of my own home, as opposed to a bed in a hospital.
That being said, let's just try to live life to the fullest while we're all still here, shall we?
I thought there might be some value in a general topic-less thread to share random thoughts, ideas, and personal news that aren’t otherwise thread-worthy.
So, within compliance of applicable federal laws, regulations, and Community Discussion rules: what’s on your mind?
[doublepost=1536426505][/doublepost]Yesterday I attended a Naturalization Ceremony for forty-one American citizens.
In 1776 the population of America was roughly 2,500,000.
Today its 325,700,000 and 41.
This is the second ceremony I’ve attended. Both were moving. I was a bit disappointed with yesterday’s speakers but it was a pleasure being in attendance to honor these new citizens.
I don't think it's morbid to discuss death. I think our lives benefit a lot of its discussion. To have processed and grasped that event, will improve life quality in my perspective as nothing to avoid talking about. Fear of death, is really just another angle of fearing to live fully and deeply.