Well... I was considering having children until I started caring for my father because I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. I was a "late baby" (my brother who committed suicide was even younger... 10 years), so my father was 47 when I was born. I'm absolutely TERRIFIED to reproduce at the age of 38 now for the fear that I will get sick and have kids that resent caring for me.
Then I think I wouldn't be a good mother because I get so frustrated with my father when he doesn't sleep (babies keep you up at night as well), or I snap at him for ...whatever.
Finally, I think about putting a contingency plan together for aging. The short time I had Dad at the Independent Living (IL) facility, I would listen to the elderly parents that put THEMSELVES in the facility so their children could enjoy their freedom--so they wouldn't be a burden to their children. I admit I was a bit jealous. Why can't my Dad do that?
Then I have "angry compassion_ so to speak. Isn't it interesting that if an animal gets to the point where they can't function, they're put down, yet humans can literally suffer for YEARS (patient and caregiver) existing as a fraction of the person they once were.
I get it... it must be horrible to exist without being unable to hear well, see well, move around, remember anything, and be in pain most of the time, but should the caregivers suffer?
NOTE: I'm not advocating euthanizing humans... just making an observation.
...and to top it off, I want to SCREAM the truth at by standers that "commend" me for taking care of Dad. There's nothing commendable about it. I detest it most of the time and feel guilty for feeling that way every day.
....random venting I guess
Also, I need to figure out what my needs might be when I get elderly. With time flying I shouldn't delay too long!
I don't like the way things are today. I think we are straying from all the things that kept us going and kept us human. I pity those of us who are really stuck taking care of these older ones all alone, just because we care. It's a bad situation. In my own case I did have a sister who helped me when she could, or I would have had a breakdown I am sure. Some of the stories on here just break my heart. It shouldn't be this way. Something has to change I think, but how?
I think of you all. Some have it so much harder than I did. It isn't fair - no way - but it sure is life today.
I've witnessed deaths in my line of work. Most were quick & peaceful. My Mother's death was not.
I also have learned that, even amongst the closest of families, long term caregiving & longivity, can & will fracture a family.
So my original answer to this question remains steadfast; Quality of life vs quantity for me. I will not subject myself nor my family to such anguish.
Thanks to a new perspective of live-in caregiving for Mom and perspectives from reading caregivers' posts on this site, last week I rewrote my DPOA for HC and included a passage that if I reach Stage 7 of dementia or Alzheimer's or last-stage cancer and expect to have less than six months left to live to stop all treatment other than treat the pain and make me comfortable. The passage in the POA is longer than this but this is the crux. I would hope whoever oversees my care (and the law allows it) to have the courage to implement it and end my suffering (and their's) if I'm in this situation.
Well, my feeling on THAT is that yes, maybe, someday I will be 91 (and maybe I won't live that long). But at that time I will have to go through everything for myself, so why do I have to be subjected to HER issues NOW? Why is it expected of me?
(And why don't my three brothers have to be subjected to it? Yes, they are out of state, but she could be calling them to whine about her life!)
It's not as if my taking care of her to the extent that she would like will mean that *I* get that kind of care when I'm old. That's not how the world works. It's not fair. If life was fair, then I wouldn't have lost my young adult son.
Yes, I feel the same way as you do. I will have my own old age and disability to contend with, when my time comes. And I won't have anyone around me to do my bidding, since I don't have kids and wouldn't put them in this position even if I did.
I feel bad for my mother, sure. I do as much as I can do for her without stirring up feelings of anger and resentment(towards her and also my absent siblings who don't help and don't even care to know). I don't feel obligated to provide for her the life she would have had if she were able-bodied. I don't think elderly people realize just how much work it is to take care of our own lives and take care of theirs as well.
I am an only child and my father begged me to take care of her when he was gone. I never realized how needy she was until then.
I also lost a young adult son and my views on life and aging and caregiving may be very different from others, but I have done the best that I can. She is now on hospice, but in denial that she is dying of old age. Even though she is a devout Catholic, I think she is afraid to die. I have a feeling she will last much longer, but some of her caregivers feel differently.
I guess we are on Death Watch now....
Even though mother was a hypochondriac, she has been amazingly healthy. She's 95 and lives in a Memory Care facility.
When she was diagnosed, I wondered if I would get dementia too. Her father got it late (90) also. So far, she's the only one of 7 siblings who has it.
I've got to admit that it freaks me out about being demented. Not something you look forward to. I don't mind being partially physically disabled because you can hire people to help you.
A couple of months ago, I had an "OMG" moment. I have a son who is addicted to heroin. We don't talk, his choice. I wouldn't want him to ever help me anyway but I would like if we could at least talk and have a connection. I'm an only child.
Hubs and I are retiring in Mexico and my "OMG" moment was when I thought, if my husband passed before me, I'd be all alone, old, infirm and demented in a foreign country (even though I've lived in Mexico since 2009).
I freaked out. It got me thinking of what my options are. We had a meeting with my husband's very responsible daughter, who lives in Tijuana. I asked her if she would check in on me if I was alone and possibly handle my finances if I become mentally unable. She agreed. That made me feel a lot better that at least I have plan A in place.
Man, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why hadn't I planned for this before?
Too busy working and being mother's caregiver, I guess.
The future is scary as an old lady. I hope God takes me before I loose my faculties.
I'm not a proponent of euthanasia; that's too slippery a slope. But I do think quality of life should be taken into account. Once we've reached a certain point, how much better to have all medications and treatments withdrawn and comfort care provided only, prohibiting the unnatural prolonging of suffering and allowing a peaceful death. Maybe this needs to happen sooner than later.
My deepest sympathies and condolences. I am very sorry to learn of the passing of your mother. You were a very devoted and loving daughter. Thinking of you during this difficult time.
Thank you for sharing your experience and insights. The human journey is filled with so many struggles. I often wonder what is the right course.
When I told her that that was out of the question, she said well xxxxxxxx would have come down but you will not let her, dxxx right I would not let her.
Just because her marriage was on the rocks, but a divorce did not happen because my father was killed in WWII, she resented any of her children having happy marriages, her interfering helped end my sisters first marriage, luckily for her she remarried and went to live on the other side of the world and stayed there.
My mother also did not have anything to do with looking after her elderly parents, she was also on the other side of the world in the 1930s when they both died, so my mother living in her own bungalow not short of money with a small circle of friends all elderly, lived out her life as she wanted. She was 98 when she died in no particular pain well able to get around her house, hopefully I have inherited the same genes, however she resented the fact that we were living our lives our way, when we occasionally visited it was soon obvious that after a couple of days she had had enough of us, with the should you not be getting back? Remarks.
Then when we left it was, I am going back to loneliness again, forgetting that we knew her knitting sewing circle met for hours at a time four days a week at her house.
I never went on any guilt trip and I only hope I am never a burden on anyone
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
I have a bf who wants kids but he knows my situation. Part of me wants to get knocked up so I can have an excuse not to take care of my grandparents anymore and can finally move out, but I don't want to be responsible for anyone else either especially when I'm not ready. I'm basically just passing time until one/both of them pass so I can finally rest, decompress and go on a vacation or something.
It sucks royally. She's since moved back to the same city, and as recently as yesterday my mom really got to see how hard this is and even mentioned putting them in a nursing home. I can't help but to feel smug sometimes about it all, like "I told you so!" but being petty doesn't help anyone. I'm just glad we're finally working as a team with their care.