Oh hugs. I know what your going though there. it's soo bloody hard. and your always gotta put on a positive face when dealing with your aging parents. it's hard. so hard to see them being stripped of their life. i managed to keep my parents smiling until the end. either just by being there (not tooting my own horn. but i think just have any human contact for them was enough to get them to smile) and just doing little things that kept them busy. but watching every day life being taken from them is the hardest thing. you wish you could give them some of your years to make it easier on them. but crap life doesn't work that way.
Add to the fact that your alone, you don't have anyone you can unwind to at the end of the day. you can't even just go to someone to have a laugh to try and make the day feel better, instead your left with your own thoughts and nighmares about the situation. while there is support groups you can go to. and i did go to them. i didn't find them much help as people there are going though the same issues and they really can't take the burden of other people issues on board at the same time.
aging out sucks. if you have a large family network that can share the help. then i think it is manageable. but if your just one person trying to juggle everything. it makes the feeling being alone and trapped so much worse. at least from my experience of losing both my dad and mum in the same year.
Thank you. It is hard, though I am not
completely alone. My brother runs most of the errands (he is the only one who can drive a car now: Mom is now unable to drive and I never learned how), takes charge of the conversation while doctors, nurses, social workers
et al. visit, and in general works himself to the ground. I change Mom's diapers and try to keep her happy. What I do not like is that my brother discounts what I do: according to him, he does everything and I do nothing. I admit that he does a lot to help Mom, but he does not do
everything to make the household run. When I told my brother last summer that I was feeling suicidal, he retorted that I am "always suicidal" (which is not
quite true: even if I tend to regard suicide as my eventual Plan B for someday, I don't always feel like exiting the world at this moment) and that suicide is selfish. It is a shame that he was so unsympathetic, especially since he is experiencing the same things I am enduring. If and when I ctb, my brother will probably be angry at me and consider me a selfish hypocrite. (My other brother, who does not live with Mom and me, would probably think "oh, my crazy sister finally did it" and be more relieved than anything else.)
Mom's body will probably outlast her mind: I can easily see her living another 10 years, perhaps even more. I just hope that I can hang on (so to speak) and not ctb till after Mom is safely dead. It should give me enough time for me to finish my novel and get it published, God willing. Once my novel is published and Mom is dead, I would feel safe to ctb.