I Am a Caregiver
I cared for my Grandmother, 24/7. A companion, a friend, a butt wiper, a food prepper, a pep talker when she didn't want to walk, and a singer for when she was afraid. She has damentia.
Now I care for my boyfriend's Mother. I pay for things when they can't, I feed her, clean her and the house up. Help her out of the house and drive her to daycare. She has no idea who I am. And doesn't like a girl around her son. Even though she no longer knows that is her son. She also has Damentia.
Damentia sucks. But where some family members lack, the others need to help out. I may not have all the money, or can help with paperwork. But in other ways I can. Somedays I want to give up. Move back home and just worry about myself. But I can't. Being a caregiver hurts sometimes and other times it's sooo rewarding.
Now I care for my boyfriend's Mother. I pay for things when they can't, I feed her, clean her and the house up. Help her out of the house and drive her to daycare. She has no idea who I am. And doesn't like a girl around her son. Even though she no longer knows that is her son. She also has Damentia.
Damentia sucks. But where some family members lack, the others need to help out. I may not have all the money, or can help with paperwork. But in other ways I can. Somedays I want to give up. Move back home and just worry about myself. But I can't. Being a caregiver hurts sometimes and other times it's sooo rewarding.
31-35, F
