I wrote a thread, ‘time for change’, but in reality only some things have changed. What has changed hugely isy my take on caring and involving the family. They’ve all gone now but my three siblings have provided some amazing insight into their nursing skills and fridge like disdain for their mother.
I fell ill because I seriously thought I couldn’t call on my siblings to look after 91 year old mom. Now, 6 weeks after hospital with heart failure, I’m reflecting on family who stepped in but who all didn’t reall want to be here and their behaviour.
It must be something in the training of a nurse that turns them into a fridge. Everything from raised voices, slamming doors, bad language, begrudgin help and even telling me that it’ “my turn” to get up from my rest to see to mom’s needs.
Relatives not seen for four years, arrive, drink tea, sit in the front of the house avoiding talking to mom. When they do talk, they shout and verbally bully her. It beggars belief.
It all ended iin a verbal bust up, a relative walking out and heading home saying they’ll never come back again. Another has resumed their distance and the last one has gone home and the chatty suportive texts have stopped. The silence is deafening now.
One afternoon all three siblings talked about their busy lives and unhappy pasts and one told me how cruel mom had been to me when I was a child but didn’t give me any details, a kind of sick tease. Two of then hadn’t ben home for 4 years, so I’m guessing guilt was the subtext and driver behind he whole chat. I’m not sure what I was supposed to do with anything I was being told. It was depressing, pathetic and unhelpful. It was all about a kind of vengeance, all about blame, off loading onto someone weaker than themselves.
If there is a next time, I imagine it’ll be care homes and statutory living for us both now, it sounds like w’re finished in the siblings eyes. They all stressed how when the house was sold how I would at least have that, so it’s really down to money and meaterial things. The chat about power of attorney was revealing.
I’m not sure what I expected but what I saw and heard really amounted to cruelty in nany ways, almost amin to thos hidden camera exposs you see about carers in nursing homes. It turned worse later on with me being treated like a patient in my own home by my nursey siblings.
I don’t sense the creep of depression as my spirit is quite strong, but I can see how someone could be tipped over by an experience like this.
One big plus is contact with a local social worker able to be a sounding board as I look at us downsizing, selling the house and us being tucked away in sheltered housing away from the siblings, something that I feel is actually a very big plus.
Sometimes things happen for a reason.