Yeah. It’s the lies. He lies about everything like a child. There’s no genuine gratitude. My own fault. He’s always been a spoiled brat who expects the world and talks shit about everyone.
I’ve always been fucked with what would be called “daddy issues.” Running out of time to hear him genuinely tell me he appreciates my efforts.
It’s never going to happen.
I’ve always been fucked with what would be called “daddy issues.” Running out of time to hear him genuinely tell me he appreciates my efforts.
It’s never going to happen.
Dementia plus boomer attitude...yeah you're never going to get what you want. If he didn't appreciate you when he was of more sound mind, there's little hope you'll get it now. Tough situation, but don't blame yourself here. Just work towards not being like him. It sounds like you're already better than he ever was. That matters and I'm sure someone appreciates that in you even if it's not him.
Thanks for the reply. I just want to know maybe someone gets what I feel. Thank you.
Thanks for the reply. I just want to know maybe someone gets what I feel. Thank you.
Brothers help brothers. Stay strong.
I did hospice care for my mother dying of breast cancer and yeah, we were not "friends". She would say mean things and didn't seem grateful but as her time lessened, she did as well. I didn't cry when my mom died but I honestly miss her every day.
Please be strong and keep your head up. Know that you are doing the right thing and will be able to hold your head up with honor when it's over because you did the best you could in very trying circumstances.
I did a lot of reading about dementia and what to expect. It's a frightening state of being. My mom would look at herself in the mirror and say "this isn't me".
Hang in there and remember: one day at a time.
I’m not a spoiled brat. I’ve always kept to myself. But I’ve been the sole child…..weird to say child at middle age…..who contributed.
Today, for dad, I’m the nurse, housekeeper, bodyguard, chef, “friend”, voice of reason, bookkeeper, on and on and on and he fucking doubts me every step of the fucking way. His accusations are so far out of left field. I record so much now. He doesn’t live in reality.
There’s no escape now. That’s why I broke a few weeks ago. I live on a timer to give him any and every chance to live days somehow independent.
I experienced a bit of this with my grandfather (his dad). I’m the sibling of 5 who contributed. That was 15 years ago. I’m all alone in this hell now. ~~~~
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