My Dad has dementia, depression, continuing weight loss, and macular degeneration. Although living in an assisted living wing of wonderful retirement community he shows NO interest in participating in activities, improving himself through physical therapy, or even going to mealsunless strongly encouraged. He stays often in bed until noon. Antidepressant had adverse side-effect. Lived large in younger years building and flying airplanes, traveling, etc. Now is not driving, or expressing interest in anything. Help! I'm sad, depressed, and feeling helpless about helping him feel better about life.
Sigh some days it's not so bad... Other days most days...it's all I can do not to argue about what she perceives is so terrible. I get so sad that I can't help her to help herself be happy. We get through the days though..some days are better than others... All I can do is encourage and praise.. Not easy😊...
I guess what I am saying is we can't force them to see our point of view that there are still many joys still to enjoy to make our days happy or at least peaceful... All we can do is be a light for them ( not easy arghhh, I fail most days!) try to stay joyful, maybe when you go to vist your dad, read that book on the screen... Call your brother and sister before hand to prepare your frame of mind.. Kind of have a plan but be prepared to throw it out the window depending on his mood... Does he still walk? If so..encourage him to take a walk with you outside.. If he's in bed.. Just sit by his side... Bring him some of his favorite foods..although he may turn his nose up at..maybe ask your brother and sister what he does like. Foods my mom loved ..she doesn't care for and also her teeth make it hard for her to chew...
Call him and leave him messages if he doesn't answer.. Even if it is a one sided conversation.. 2 minutes make a huge difference..
Keep trying...try to keep your emotions in check...breath and be joyful... Same with your mom..make time for yourself away from all your responsibilities ..even an hour can help. Can stress enough time to take care of you!
The only thing I could see is he has a reading machine that projects print onto a large screen; so he might read a book, but getting the initiative and drive to do anything seems like a monumental task. From month to month I see my Dad decline rapidly. He does look like he is wasting away.
Also, what's frustrating is since I live an hour and a half away and am in charge of helping my Mom in this neck of the woods (by myself), my brother and step sister are too busy juggling jobs, other relationships, and don't fill me in on how to have a visit with Dad. I had to call my brother and try to calm myself down:
"I need some clues! Help! I can't make the computer work to show him things I might share, I don't know how to turn on his TV with the 4 remote controls, I don't see anything in the refrigerator to eat or to cook with, and I don't know how to just BE with him."
I got home all emotionally exhausted and needing an extra amount of sleep. Next day my mother calls, "Judy, I'm bleeding!" Another UTI. The doctor tested so far reveal too much protein in the urine: might signal kidney trouble.
Where do you all find the strength to go on and be strong for them?
It is hard to see that old friends do not call anymore, because Dad's "conversational skills" have declined dramatically. Dad will still cast an eye toward his phone message machine every time he is wheeled into his apartment, but alas there are no messages there. Our family is grateful for the wonderful hands-on care that Dad is receiving at his care home, and we continue to do our best to do our part. It helps to read others' comments here, because truly we are all in this together.
I do get what you are saying completely. Even when my mom was still living in her home, she was totally non-independent and I was taking care of all of her needs basically. I would travel up a couple times per week to make sure everything was set for her, take her to all appts, grocery shop etc. So, while she wasn't at all "independent" I guess the key point is that is was "her house" and the place she had called home for over 60 years. She has now lived with us for almost 9 months, so I wasn't expecting her depression regarding the sale of her home to this extent. I thought she had made the transition. I am trying to "walk in her shoes." I have definitely decided through all this that I will not live with any of my kids. I will live closeby, hopefully, but not in their homes.
At least, I hope I will have that option. I thought maybe my mom could (would want to ) purchase a small, assisted living type home close to ours, but she insists she wants to stay with us. So, onward and upward, day by day. My mom has always been somewhat depressed so this has only magnified the problem, and yes, she is on some medication. Thanks, everyone, I really appreciate your help and understanding so much.
Picture yourself moving in with one of your children. I have done that before, on a temporary basis, and no matter how much you love each other, you're a third wheel. I would cook dinner but it wasn't my kitchen. The whole dynamic changed between me and my daughter, I was out of my element. But anyway, I can totally relate.
We always had that kind of relationship where we were comfortable enough with each other where we didn't feel we had to talk. It was nice.
Mind, I realise you're still going to miss terribly the person your father used to be. Nothing anyone can do about that, I'm afraid. He's not gone, but he is going, and it is very, very hard - again, I'm so sorry.
The other day I was missing my grandmother but then realized that if she hadn't passed away at 92, she would be 102 this year and would have lost her at some point between 92 and 102 anyway so is the loss any harder back then as it would have been later?
We all pass on. Sometimes its heart breaking to read about all the herculean things people are doing to keep their LOs alive when deep down we all know we have an expiration date. I have a relative that just passed away yesterday from stage 4 cancer. He was in the hospital the past 2 weeks and his adult children were doing all they could to keep him alive until finally the hospital said its time for hospice. He was in hospice for less than a week before he passed away. What happened these past 3 weeks? Yes, he was alive for 3 more weeks but what was the quality of his life? What was gained and for who?
These are rhetorical questions. I'm hoping to maybe inspire some to reflect about all the things they are doing for "one more day." Best of luck to you.
He has other people visiting him: my brother, once a week, my step sister does the best job looking after him but her Mom has severe Alz, is in a home. It's such a heart breaker.
i can imagine the capt in his bunker with a steel door and an tiny slit they can pass the paper through but strong enough to keep out the most persistant social worker. He'd probably have a booby trap bucket filled with some unmentionable noxious substance riged so when they got too annoying he'd pull a string and laugh himself till he you know what himself. No way he's going to end up in aunt edna's prison. Love your elders keep them safe but do unto others as you would have them do to you.