#caregiving

#caregiving

"My initial symptoms were quite vague. Numerous things. I just knew I wasn't right. When I say exhaustion...in your first trimester of pregnancy, you feel a slump. If you quadruple that, that's just barely touching it."

The ceiling consists of glass panels painted to resemble blue skies, and the chirping of birds wafts through the corridors, styled after the front porches of typical mid-century houses, except these are all indoors.

The will left 40% of the assets to both brothers and only 20% to me, despite my greater involvement in caregiving.

My 40-year-old daughter has been living in a house with a very nice older, recently retired gentleman for about 10 years. He has an adult son and daughter-in-law who are drug addicts. Recently, because of domestic violence in front of their 4-year-old boy, the daughter-in-law was arrested and has an order of protection to stay away from her husband. In the meantime, the man whom my daughter is living with is now temporarily taking care of the 4-year-old.

I have spent a year helping my elderly parents sell their house and pay off tremendous debt, mostly due to my mother's spending and hoarding. My father is unable to handle anything due to health issues. I have had help from my family so I'm not alone in this. I am still very involved with helping them with finances and doctors. They are in a small rental now with no maintenance or yard duties.

At age 10 in 1960, I started shoveling sidewalks and mowing lawns. I used to cut a lawn for 25 cents. I worked at a produce market, washed dishes, and worked in retail while growing up. My mother was sick for a few years and died when I was a senior in high school. I went to prep school for a year and then college for a year, but I quit to become a caregiver to my younger siblings.

I took it upon myself to be that person in the hospital every single day chasing doctors, taking notes, making sure I understood why they were doing things. It was so stressful, she says, that at one point her hair started falling out, but she ploughed on. It was Jones's therapist who gently questioned whether she was going to ask for help. Jones laughs. The hair falling out didn't suggest to me that I needed help, it was somebody else looking in and saying that.

I resisted. How could I keep my promise and still consider a group home? The professionals all said the same thing in different words: You can't do this alone. What happens when you get older? He needs a trained staff. His physician, who'd known Chris since he was 3, was even more direct: A group home could offer the structure, safety and supervision I couldn't provide alone.

I have been there. Waking up early, even hiring an early babysitter to help me get my son ready on time so we could both go to school and work. My husband is the primary breadwinner in our home. He often had to travel for work, so the burden was on me. I recall the stress of it all - arranging someone to pick up my son when I could not, managing logistics, and making payments. It was hard earned money lost.

burdened by loneliness, depression, and the incessant needs of others, pours herself a stiff drink and steps up to the noose she's hung from the rafters of her airy farmhouse. Then the phone rings: her ungrateful brother, making demands. She tries again-another ring, another request, this time from a friend. She plays the piano, doesn't she? Will she join a group of fellow-amateurs for a charity gig? Twice thwarted, Beth sighs, says yes, and gets on with the business of living.

As a result of multiple disabilities, my wife may never be able to have sex with me again, or at least not for a long time. She always had a low libido, but recent developments have made sex actively difficult and unpleasant for her. I love my wife and do not wish to divorce her, but this presents a problem for me, because I have a very active libido.

My mom died when I was young, so I grew up spending summers with her mom in South Dakota. I loved that time with her, but I often only saw her that one time of year. I lived back in Florida with my dad for the rest of the year. When my grandma was older, she embraced the snowbird lifestyle and spent half the year in Florida to escape the Midwest winters.