My mother can never ever say anything positive. It starts first thing in the morning and continues until she goes to bed.
Every morning she begins the day by "attempting" to tell my husband or me that she didn't sleep all night (if you heard how she snores, you would understand that we KNOW when she's sleeping). She continues on by saying " I don't know WHY I feel sick to my stomach today". And then it progresses on. Usually by saying that she had diarhhea (she has a potty by her bed for night time). What she considers diarhhea is not MY idea of diarhhea, but I digress since I'm probably grossing you out anyway. (sorry !! )
After she has stated all of her illnesses, the complaints turn to my husband and I and how we are pains in the ... !! "You two people" (her name for us) .. blah blah blah blah. You get the picture.
Avoidance of mother has now become the norm. The sound of her rolling walker banging through the house sends me into escape mode.
Anyone else ?
I figure I'm on the Concorde to heaven and have atoned for all of my many sins in life. That's the bright side I keep reminding my self of (with a chuckle). :-)
It's a tremendous burden to the caregiver. I used to think I was alone, but I come back to this site and find my mother over and over again in the comments of other people.
She has a squeaky claw cane, and when I hear the "thunk-squeak" coming, I start looking for cover. We've concluded that after she passes away, her haunting signature will not be the rattling of chains but the "thunk-squeak" of that cane!
I used to telephone her everyday but found it wasn't good for ME. So now, I call when I know my negativity shield is strongest. It's definitely a situation that needs some coping tools.
Thanks for listening my friends!
I'd be depressed if I turned into a very old person. It would freak me out. I'm sure they feel the same way. It's depressing as heck. Life is hard.
When we have our youth and health that is everything we need. Getting old is saying goodbye. It's hard to say goodbye.
I tell her I love her, I want the best for her, I want her happy BUT that doesn't mean I want to be driven to suicide by continuous woe is me crap. Since I have a most cheerful but take no prisoners approach she responds better to me than she does with anyone else. The more you try to be gentle with my mom the more she will mow you down. We seem to have found the right mix for the time being and the two of us are butting heads a lot less.
Don't hide anymore; "care"-front her instead. My mom used to do the same. Then I realized she resorted to overdramatizing everything to get the attention of people that didn't want to give her the time of day because of her toxicity. She was the forever-suffering saint & martyr, until I lost control and told her to get off the Cross. ... Someone else needs the wood.
To her, every man as a good-for-nothing, two-timing pimp; and every woman was a b__, skank, wh__ish Welfare Queen pretending to be a Superwoman who didn't need a man to survive. I once suggested that the more we talk about others the more we say about ourselves, and she threatened to slap me. I told her I'd lock her up in a South Bronx nursing home and throw away the key if she even contemplated the idea.
Reb, stop running and face the Bogeyman. Try not to be angry when you do it. You'll probably scare her enough to bolt the bedroom door.