Why will you, or will you not, provide in-home care for your folks?

I would not because I know my limitations. I am 77. But I will be so honest as to say I could not have cared for my brother in my home when I was 40, 50, 60, either. It simply is not in me. I can and I do the management of the finances to take the burden of that off him. I cannot do more.
So my reasons would be that I am simply not that good a person. That I have limitations I recognize. That I find/have found it very difficult to live with rational and healthy people I chose to marry or to bear as children, let alone to be in care 24/7 of someone who is a danger to self or others if I am not right there, basically attached at the hip.
So human inadequacy? Selfishness? Limitations? Failure at Sainthood and sacrifice? I can leave the labeling to others. I don't much worry about the opinions others have of me. I know myself and I know I do the best I am able with what I have.
In my case it is a brother. It would not have been different had it been a parent, and I had possibly the best parents in the world.
I don't feel that we should have to put ourselves before the judgement of the rest of the world, and I don't feel we have any right whatsoever to judge another, or the rest of the world. I am fine if people feel better/feel they need to judge me. And that's about all I can say about it. As to the pros and cons of caring for someone in the home? I think the forum is pretty clear on that from 100s of members.
Great discussion question.

I really don;t want my Mom to move in with us, but I am an only child and she is good with the guilt. I feel like it's my responsibility even though I know it will likely be detrimental to my marriage and home. Nonetheless, she birthed and cared for me (as best she could) and I feel like I owe her the return of that gift. It's a terrible conundrum!

I'll answer too. I had a rough relationship with my mother growing up. We are like oil & water; we don't get along very well. The thought of taking her into my home and living together AGAIN is a total no-go for me, and has been since day 1. I grew up with grandma in my house, mother's mother, and they fought like cats & dogs, making my childhood unbearable, frankly. I would never put myself, or my husband, through such an ordeal! If that makes me a 'bad person', fine. I have chosen, instead, to do the caregiving for both of my folks from a distance. As an only child, I have taken on the responsibility of having my folks placed in Assisted Living back in 2014, and have been responsible for all the finances, the medical decisions, the 6 moves they've made since, the doctors, the specialists, the Emergency Room visits, the final arrangements for my dad's passing, ALL of it. I am the POA and all decisions rest with me, which I'm fine with.

There are many ways to 'care give'. The way I choose to do it is from my home, with mother living in her own place, with her own care givers, her own friends, her own entertainment, and her own staff of people to toilet her, shower her, change her soiled linens, do incontinence care and laundry.

As a result of that, I can maintain SOME level of a relationship with my mother as her daughter instead of her care giver, which wouldn't turn out well at ALL.

UNWILLING: by the time my parents or IN LAWS need care that has to be provided by someone else, they will need more care than I can provide with a full time job (think out of the house by 7am return by 6pm) and a young son. Too many hours a day they would be left alone and I think the point of bringing them into my home would be that they can't be alone so long. [my quitting my job is not an option]

Also, personalities. My mom, and my INLAWS, when the only visit - expect that since they are the elders and we are still "children" in their eyes - that they call the shots. Major annoyances like how we raise our son. Minor annoyances like expecting us to clean up after them, cater to their meal times and preferences, their comments on how we dress, wear our hair, decorate our house, etc. After a few days we are counting the minutes until the visit is over - I cannot imagine coming home after a stressful day to more of this.

Not caring for them in my home is not pushing them out onto an ice floe. They are not comfortable using internet - I can and do help them fill out prescription forms online for RX mailing, understand bills, online bill pay. I will help them navigate finding care whether in home (theirs) or in assisted living.  But I will chose what I take on and not have it dumped on me. Things that can be brought in and paid for (housecleaning, meals) i'll not take on just because they don't want to pay. But I will help with what they find frightening - like navigating insurance and Medicare.

by the way - they birthed and cared for you - yes, means that you will care for them, but it doesn't require that you care for them in your home, to the detriment of your sanity and your marriage. Have your spouse be the heavy if you cannot say "no" but if you know a situation is going to be horrible - why on earthy would you put yourself into that position? There ARE alternatives!!!

Any thoughts?

Heather King, please read my response below what you wrote. And good luck moving forward. .............Al

Never, Ever. I have no instinct to protect another and nothing I do is guilt driven, nor do I have any desire to become a martyr.

I will make certain that they are taken care of, safe and living in a nice facility.

It was up to my parents to plan for their senior years, not mine. Fortunately they both did a good job at that. In turn they expected me to do the same and I did.

Neither had any desire for me to live with them or to live with me.

The more I read here, I see that in many cases the child moves in with the parent because they cannot support themselves or they want to protect their inheritance. Unfortunately, these parents can live a very long time, and the child becomes a prisoner and at the end up with no inheritance anyway.

I didn’t hesitate to take my folks into my home when it was clear that they couldn’t look after themselves. This was an act of love for me.

frankly, I visited a lot of nursing homes, etc. both my parents had visited a lot of homes when they had my grandma living with them. We all knew how simply awful they are. I promised my folks (just as they promised grandma before me) that they would never be placed in one as long as I could prevent it,

I admit that I didn’t foresee the dementia taking away the parents I knew, Sometimes it felt like all I was doing was tending to the bodies while wait till it was over. That was the hardest part. I was in mourning for the loss of my Mom for a year already before she passed.

for some people I can understand that their family circumstance (obligations and finances) make it impossible. But for me, that was a time I am glad I had with them...even though at the time, there were a lot of times I questioned my own sanity for doing it,

also, I should mention that they were financially well off and had insurance policies good enough to pay for caregivers to be in-home 4-6 hours a day...so the burden was not so heavy on me.

My mother came to live with me after having badly broken her hip at age 89.

She and I had often laughed about the fact that we never could, or WOULD, be able to live with each previous to her fall, and darned if she wasn’t absolutely right.

After 9 months, 2 of which involved me sleeping on the floor next to her bed, she entered a fine local SNF, and her last 5 1/2 years were spent there in peace and comfort. She was doted upon by the staff, and I visited every single day and her sisters visited every afternoon.

She came to live in my house because I loved her and hoped she’d respond better there than anywhere else. I found that that was not the case.
She entered the facility when I realized that even with full time help, it wasn’t possible to give her all she needed in my home.

My father has long had a rule of his own making, that he will neither live with any of his children, nor can any of them live with him. He says he’s seen it ruin too many relationships and he won’t have it.

I will not care for my mom in my home.
1. She needs 24\7 round the clock care. Can’t even turn herself over in bed. Immobile & obese.
2. I will not buy a handicapped accessible van so I would never be able to leave the house without her. Have you priced those things??? If I did take her, a third person would still have to come along because I could not push a shopping cart & her wheelchair at the same time.
3. I still have kids at home. They, along with my husband are my 1st obligation & priority.
4. My home is very small & would have to undergo major renovations to be handicapped accessible.

I’ll just stop with those 4, but there’s more.

Where do I begin?

the main reason is that I refuse to move to their state. I have a husband and young children and it would be impossible and completely detrimental to our livelihoods if we packed up and moved to their state. They refuse to move back here too so....that is the main reason.

then there is again the fact that I have a husband and children. I honestly don’t believe that it is possible to take in elder parents who can no longer care for themselves without putting THEM before everyone else including yourself. I really don’t. And I am not willing to put my parents before my husband and children. Before myself? I don’t want to say I am willing to because I know in my heart I would. My husband and kids come before me, it’s just nAtural. But what I know I can’t and won’t do is put my parents before them. My kids play sports, have friends, we have friends. I won’t give up all of that so that my parents can live the rest of their days in my home or their home instead of a nursing home. We wouldn’t be able to balance it out if I was taking care of an elderly parent! They are both already at the point where physical activity is out of the question. We wouldn’t be able to bring them to very many places with us. And sorry not sorry but I’m not going to give up our hobbies and favorite family outings! We go hiking regularly, we all love it. My parents cannot hike, period. Moms breathing & overall physical health is too bad, she doesn’t have the strength. Neither does dad. There’s very few things we could do with them. I am not willing to give it all up. Nope.

Then...like Alva, I know my limitations. I’m not the most patient person. There’s no way in heck I could wait on them hand and foot, answering every beck and call. Doing literally everything for them. Compared to their cousins, my kids are very independent and that is probably due to my lack of patience, I let them do a lot of things on their own because I don’t have the patience to do it for them! Then there is the fact that I am absolutely worthless during an emergency. I’m seriously. I am not the person you want by your side during a medical emergency because I panic. I’m useless. When my son was 2 and ran in to a corner wall & busted his forehead open I was completely useless! Thank God my husband had taken the night off work and was home. I couldn’t even go in to the room after we heard the sickening thud and my son crying! I KNEW it was bad and flipped out! Then after hubby brought him in the kitchen and said he needed to go the ER, I thought “ok we need to put clean PJs on him” and then proceeded to run down the hall to the linen closet to get the clean PJs! We don’t keep clothes there LOL! I literally yelled out OMG what do I when I didn’t find PJs in there! So if my parents fell or had another health crisis that elders face, I couldn’t handle it. No way.

And personal care? Nope. Can’t do it. Won’t do it. I can hardly handle my own kids when they puke! No way I could handle a grown adult. And dealing with incontinence, toileting, blow outs, soiled clothing & sheets? HELL NO. No way could I change my parents diaper and wipe them clean. Nope. That is way beyond my limit. Nope nope nope.

I could keep going but I think I made my point. Some of us are just not cut out for giving and have too many other responsibilities as well.

As most everyone knows I did care for mom and dad in their home. Dad died and my mom wished to remain in her home so for several years I went back and forth to her house.

She did move in with me at a later date and stayed nearly 15 years. At first It wasn’t so bad and I am not sure exactly how I felt about it. I guess the major feeling was that I felt like I should do it. I wanted to be there completely for her. I think I accepted it as my fate and blocked out my own desires.

My mother is a perfectionist and that was hard as a kid to deal with and just as hard as an adult to deal with. Rarely can a perfectionist be pleased. So that alone would stop me now. We don’t have the power to change anyone. We don’t want anyone to try and change us. So if we aren’t compatible, it won’t be a harmonious relationship. I learned to despise ‘passive aggressive’ behavior also. I can handle a disagreement but just be open and honest please. I hate that she couldn’t do that. Just be direct.

On a practical level it is nearly impossible to meet all of the medical needs. It’s exhausting!

All privacy is lost. So it puts a strain on a marriage and children. When conflicts arise it effects everyone in the home.

Anyone can live with small changes.
Little things change, if a parent can’t have spicy food or salt in their diet, cooking has to be modified for them. Ramps built for walkers and so on.

I became resentful because as the ‘only daughter’ I was expected to be the primary caregiver and mom and siblings constantly criticized. Mom was also good at pitting us against each other. She hated if I set boundaries with her. That was her ‘payback’ to me.

It changes a relationship if someone is living with you. If you don’t live with them you can go back home and take a break in peace but if they live with you then you are stuck!

I remember years ago Dear Abby or Ann Landers asked a question if people would marry and have kids again. An astonishing amount of people said they would not, interesting huh? Same with caregiving. No one really knows how badly it can turn out until it happens to them. Just like how a marriage can lead to a divorce.

I haven’t been divorced so I don’t know first hand how painful that is. I can only imagine it is a horrendous disappointment and possibly long awaited relief of a failed relationship.

That is how I feel with my mom no longer living with me. My brother and SIL have her temporarily until she is placed somewhere. Am I coping? As best as I can? Painful memories? You bet. Relationship now? None. Will that change? Who knows? Doubt it. Relationship with siblings? None. Will that change? No, I tried for too long. I do not nor will I ever have the power to change anyone. I’m done. The kindest thing they could ever do is to just let me live in peace for the remaining years of my life. Do I hate anyone? Gosh, I don’t want to harbor hatred. So, no. I can be disappointed in past occurrences but life is too short to spend time hating and being miserable. Were there good times as well? Yes, good times too.

My birthday is coming up so maybe I am being a bit more sentimental.

Am I glad my caregiver days in my home are over. Indeed I am but I am also grieving for a painful ending. Don’t know if anyone understands how that feels but it’s where I am at the moment. Almost like a death without closure.

I am grateful to all who helped me see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I took my mom into my home because there aren't other options. She has had poor health pretty much my whole life (I'm 31), but in the last 5 years she's had a stroke and broken her hip. She was able to walk and care for herself until about a year ago when my dad passed away. Her health declined so rapidly that my brother and I were blindsided. She went from being able to care for herself to not being able to walk, transfer, toilet, or dress herself in a year. Initially my brother moved into her house with her in Alabama, but he was working 10hr days and she would be left alone since home health care is prohibitively expensive. That was a really bad situation because she would be sitting in dirty diapers and her house was a mess. So I moved her in with me and my boyfriend here in Reno, NV two months ago. There was no way she could afford an assisted living center on her social security income, and I definitely don't have $3k/mo extra to make up the difference, and home health care agencies aren't any cheaper. I haven't been working for the last two months to take care of her, but I do need to save money for my own future (I want to get married and have my own family!). So taking my mom into my home was kind of a panic move because we were so blindsided and unprepared. Not sure what else we could have done.

I did care for my mom until her last 18 months in the NH, first in her home and when that became unsustainable I helped to sell her property and moved her into a home I purchased with her needs in mind. When I first moved back "home" mom was suffering from some temporary mobility problems due to sciatica and needed a little help, I never imagined that the situation would become what it did or that she could possibly live to 99. I had been her weekend support for years and I really felt she was as much a friend as a mother, so when her health declined suddenly I just wasn't ready to put her in a nursing home. All my past life experiences plus the fact I was between jobs seemed to make me uniquely qualified for the task, I actually thought that being there for her was my fate. It was the hardest thing I've ever done, physically, mentally and spiritually.

This forum has helped me so much with all the feelings of guilt and anxiety I have with this issue. I was raised in a family culture that encouraged martyrdom and sacrifice and I have bucked the family trend by not taking her in. She's a sweetheart but it would never work. I am an only child of older parents. Raised in a very strictly religious home. Ran off with the first cute hippie boy I met when I was 16 and got pregnant. When he revealed himself to be a physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic and addict I left him. My parents took my son and I in, encouraged me to finish my education and cared for my son while I did so. They were fantastic grandparents to my son. I met a decent guy finally and married him when my son was five . We moved to a town about an hour and a half away for my husband's job. My dad died unexpectedly in 1993. Mom is now 97. Back in the day she was a boss, she ran things, was a Rosie the Riveter in WWII. Worked into her 80's and volunteered until her early 90's. We got along but are very different. We started care taking from afar after my dad died, driving up to her town once or twice a month to help with things, take her to appointments, etc. She never learned to drive. But many of her friends would take her to church, shopping, etc. As she aged her needs escalated, friends died or moved away, the house went into disrepair. I work a very demanding job that at one point required a lot of travel and going there so often became impractical. She refused to have conversations with me about any future living situation or plans. Her plan was to "just die". A bad fall in 2012 and her refusal to do PT or seek any kind of help incapacitated her further. She told me to just find an apartment for her in my town. The cleaning of and selling of her home was a nightmare, she basically just threw it all in my lap. I didn't realize then that she was declining cognitively. I just thought I was supposed to take all this on as that is what good daughters do. It was a terrible stress on my marriage and health and my husband's health as well. She was in my town in independent living since 2013. Actually I have been her version of assisted living, running back and forth across town from my house to her apartment, doing her laundry, cooking and taking meals over, hauling her to the doctor, listening to her complain and tell the same old horrible stories over and over again. So when she fell again this summer, and went to skilled, I begged the staff there to help me persuade her to go to assisted living. They did, and made it seem like it was her idea! She's in a nice AL close to my home and is still adjusting but I think she likes it. I realize, she wouldn't be any happier in my home, she'd be bored silly and my house in not all that accessible. What she would love is to have what she had, her own place and me helping her stay there. But I am a wreck, my health has suffered, my relationships have as well. When my all my cousins, who took in their folks ask about her I have finally quit feeling the need to explain myself so much to these people- I have a job, husband that has health issues, etc. They kind of give me the stink eye like what makes you so special that you don't have to go through what we did. Well...nothing except I finally realized my limits. Only took me til I was fifty friggin nine but I better late than never.

There was no question about taking care of Mother.She was my best friend and I loved her with all my heart.
I wanted her with me.I knew we were so lucky to still be together,after she came so close to leaving me 9 and a half years before she did.Just a half of an inch and I'd have lost her then,so everyday was gravy.
Sure,we had alot of rough days,but we got through each one together and she taught me alot about strength and fighting to live,what mattered and what didn't and about facing things with grace.
I received some great gifts through those years taking care of Mom and I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

As others have posted I know my limitations. It takes all I have to go to my parents (89 and 90) home twice weekly to fill moms prescriptions and bring her to her numerous doctors appointments along with helping with household tasks. Dad still drives, is very astute and works two mornings per week. But he is showing signs that the inevitable slow down is taking hold. Mom has dementia and is a handful. Stubborn beyond measure, combative, self centered, and extremely demanding......nothing new, but is getting worse as she loses her filter and the negative aspects of her personality are ramped up. We are like oil and water.

Dad always said he does not want to burden his children and has the means to live comfortably in whichever facility that will meet his needs. Mom fully expects her children to take care of her.....in her home for the remainder of her days. No, no and no. Currently we are biding our time until the need arises for placement in AL (which is probably in the not so distant future). She will kick, fight, and scream all the way, but neither my sister nor I have the patience, the time (we both have our own immediate family commitments) or the stamina to do this. Mom has lived a charmed life and has much to be grateful for.......she chose to be selfish, manipulative, and miserable towards her daughters. A sad commentary for a life that had the potential to be so joyful. You reap what you sow, but you also learn from the mistakes of others. My glass is and always will be half full.

My mother used to tell me she could never live with me, and I'd answer that I could never live with her, either. Fortunately, it never happened, as she had money and an excellent LTC insurance policy. She lived alone for longer than she should have. Hospitalization, then rehab, then permanent placement to NH (same one as rehab) is what happened. I was her "Dummy Daughter Driver" and I put limits on that (she was not happy).

I was usually always tense and stressed after being with her. I became very resentful that my time wasn't valued at all, that nothing was expected on the part of my brothers (they weren't local), and that I supposedly OWED her. I can't imagine if she'd moved in to my house!

Nearly 5 years ago now she had some muscle strains and became nearly helpless, so I spent 8 days and nights in her condo. It was awful. She was obsessive about how every.little.thing was done. That was the last time I did any hands-on care for her. When she started only showering 1x/week because it was hard to climb into and out of the tub (even with things to help that we installed), I did not offer to be her shower monitor. She could have hired someone, and she chose not to.

I am in the, no way I would ever have my parent in my home nor move to their home camp. Not a chance, but I will take Mum's pets if she has to go into a facility. LeRoy, her dog is with me right now as she is working the advanced polls for the upcoming federal election this weekend.

Why not? Too much abuse from both of them in the past. I may be able to forgive, but I do not forget, nor have either of them changed. The details do not matter, although I have written some of them in other posts. I have developed a spine and very firm boundaries and I refuse to allow them to cause me more pain.

On the other hand, my brother has Dad live in his basement suite most of the year. He and Dad get along, mostly because my brother is male and never challenges Dad. Me, I stand up for my rights and what I feel is right.

There are no cons for me is not providing hands on care. If my parents have cons, that is their problem.

I should add, I am in BC Canada, and although there are waiting lists for residential care, publicly funded beds are available and costs a persons pension. Similar to Medicaid in the US, but without the spend down factor. Yes we have private facilities with the high costs often mentioned here, but there are affordable alternatives.

I tried to live with my mother for a while, but it didn't work. For one thing, my mother would never do anything for herself if she had someone to do it for her. For another, I had no privacy, as she was camped out in the living room all day long, and she would constantly focus on me and interrogate me about what I was doing, cooking, eating, carrying, why I was going outside, what I was looking for in the closet, etc. For a third, as long as I was there, I was it, even though she had seven kids and two others who lived within blocks of her home. This created a lot of resentment toward my siblings who were completely off the hook. Many other issues too numerous to mention. I'm an independent person. I wanted my own space, my own kitchen and living room. I moved in with her again in the last month of her life when she needed 24/7 care, and I'm glad I did that. But I knew that would only last a short time and I wanted to make her remaining days as comfortable as possible.

For me also the question was ‘for how long’. I moved into my mother’s flat for the 4 weeks after she was discharged from hospital until she died from cancer. I was glad to rise to the emergency and let her die at home. That was what she wanted, and what she did for my grandfather when I was a child. It was very hard (for us both) but we both knew that it wasn’t going to last long. She wasn't always easy to get along with over the long term, but I loved her very much. No I didn’t object to looking after incontinence, it was just a part of the problem. I wouldn’t (and couldn’t financially) do that long term. It was a difficult part of my life, but it didn’t take over my life like long term care does.

UNWILLING. I admit I would probably be consumed with guilt, since I think I have an internal notion that children are obligated to take their parents in. But out of self-protection I think I would rather deal with guilt than invite the constant emotional abuse that she would bring with her. Not to mention the "little" things: lack of privacy (I'm a SERIOUS introvert & she wants to be in your face talking constantly), she wants it 85° and I find 78° intolerable. Thankfully my house, while there's an extra bedroom, has lots of stairs & is senior-unfriendly. Too dangerous for her. Can you tell I'm not real good at standing up to her?

Do I have a spouse? And/or children? My immediate family will always take precedent over in-home care of parent/s. IMHO having any immediate family should be a dealbreaker. Even if one spouse doesn't work.

Being cared for in a private home can be very isolating and unstimulating for seniors (a sterile environment) especially if it is just them and a single caregiver. A care facility that is in close proximity where the family can visit for as much as they want and then leave seems to be the ideal arrangement. This is, of course, assuming that the LO is in a trustworthy place.

Often, well-meaning people commit to caregiving without really understanding what they are signing up for. No one can ever fully imagine how physically, emotionally, financially and relationally draining it will probably be. This forum has been extremely instructional to me. As an only child to a (challenging) single parent, I've made known to her what my limits will be and she understands and agrees. I've also already "released" my sons of ever even considering this for me and my husband. I'm unwilling to do it and unwilling to have my children to do it for me.

The TV sure wasn't it for my Mom at all and our home wasn't unstimulating or isolating.Sure,the TV was on ,but we never watched it much because we had other things to do.
No matter how sick Mother was,we always went to her Art group and Bridge Club and PEO luncheons and ofcourse the beauty shop and many days we went shopping or out to eat or had a picnic lunch in the park,or went to the library or Barnes and Noble,etc.
My Uncle,her faithful brother visited every day and brought Mother and I special treats he cooked or flowers from his garden.A lady from Mother's Hospice came 3 times a week and gave Mom backrubs and we fed the birds and walked around the block everyday.Some days I wheeled Mother through the house and we explored and she told me about things and every Halloween,I dressed Mother up in her Lady GaGa costume and we answered the door together and gave out the cupcakes we had made the night before .We celebrated all the holidays and decorated had some great times &.Sometimes we put on the TV and went to You Tube and I put in her favorite songs and we listened to those and even sang together,we did lots of things so Mother and I kept busy and made alot of wonderful memories together&.She did much better at home in her comfort zone and she certainly wasn't bored&.Along with her oxygen and breathing treatments, in a wheelchair and everything else,we continued to live the best we could.
Mother did alot better at home than she would have in a NH,I'm sure.

Unwilling. I currently live with my mother part-time in her home. I thought I would be able to handle it but it gets on my nerves. The short story is I work nearer to her house than my own (which is 3 hours away). Her health has deteriorated and I have turned into her part-time caregiver. I take her to all doctor's appointments, do some of the food shopping, help clean the house, prepare meals, household tasks, etc. I did ask my ex sister in law to help and she does a little bit of cleaning once a month or so.

When there I have no privacy until I go to bed. She wants to know what time I will arrive from work if I am going to be late, who I am with, where I am going, etc. I know she enjoys having me there in the evenings for the evening meal. On weekends I go to my own house and look forward to having that little bit of time to myself, see my own kids, grand-kids, friends, etc. If I take a vacation (which I am next week and which are my goals for 2020 and 2021) she doesn't like it. I have two living brothers, one of whom is mentally ill and unable to help. He wouldn't anyway even if he was not sick. My other brother ignores her most of the time (maybe has her for dinner once a month) but for her the sun rises and sets with him. Tired of that too. Unequal treatment, unequal responsibilities. She's always going on about how busy he and his wife are with their business, house, etc. Am I'm not?

Having said all that and done this now for 3-1/2 years, I can say unequivocally that I will not move her into my home to care for her when I retire in two years. She will sell her house and that money will pay for AL. She has had her life. I want to have mine. When her parents were old and sick she did very little for them and refused to take in her dad at the end of his life.

I have told my adult children that I am not interested in living with them if/when the time comes that I cannot care for myself. I don't want to spend their inheritance, but I don't want to live with them either.

Stigma: If a woman does not work outside the home.
Stigma: If a woman does work outside the home.

One is NOT better than the other.
Try not to exploit your differences.
Be kind.

I fall into the unwilling category for various reasons. I want my privacy. I very much need my quiet time and my space. I don't want to be treated like a child as an adult in my own home. I don't want to see my parents every single day. I don't want to provide care to my parents every day. I don't want my house filled with people visiting my parents. I don't want to cook more than the meal I feel like eating. I don't want to be "ON" 24/7. I don't want to make concessions all the time because that is what it takes to live with a parent whose needs are only going to increase. I don't want to watch the decline from a front row seat. I need my sleep and am a grouch when it's interrupted. I'm selfish and I just don't want to!

My own folks are both gone, so for us, that question never came up.

My parents-in-law, however, are both frail but very much alive.

They, along with all 3 children, plus me as daughter-in-law, agreed many years ago that - as much as we genuinely love each other - there is no bloomin' way our collective personalities could *ever* allow our generations to blend households.

They did resist leaving their home, long after it became untenable. At one point my local SIL lived at their place for a few months, but she HAD to move after a while (to no one's surprise or disapproval).

Parents-in-law finally saw the light after too many ER visits (not life-threatening, but worrisome). They now reside in Independent Living. The facility also offers Assisted Living (on several levels) and Memory Care.

All you need to do is read the MANY threads on here which discuss just this. For me, tried to help my mom..until she kept leaving the house open, set a kitchen fire, and I lost my privacy and ability to have a life. I became a chauffeur, cook, cleaner, and could go nowhere. So she moved out after the fire, and I’ll never ever do it again. With ZERO guilt.

I had my parents move in with me and we took care of each other until my parents passed away in 2014.

It was only the natural thing to do: having them move in. They took care of me when I was a child. I took care of them when they needed the help.

Circle of Life.