Got a letter from my Grandpa today. He is 89 and recently needed to be placed in a Nursing Facility. My letter told me that he hates it there. He says its like jail and even the doors are locked. He says he gets no money and he is a 'ward of the state'. And this means that he will never get the things that he needs medically or otherwise cause they dont spend money on 'wards of the state'. He spent 2 pages telling me a horrible person my grandmother is and if he could afford it, he would divorce her.
And then he told me how for 60 years (married in 1948), he gave her everything she could have wanted and this is how she pays him back.
Pardon me while I get some more tissue...
I know that the majority of what he is saying isnt really true, its just his perception. But, his perception is his reality. So, this is how he spending his last years. 'locked up, broke and unwanted'
Now I need a drink...making it a double
I cant change his perception. His senile dementia keeps him in the place that his mind has created. I could call him and talk til I am blue in the face and all he is going to do is beg me to get him out of there. Which of course, is not an option. He NEEDS to be there for his safety and that of others. And if I call him and we have this conversation, my heart will break and I will be a wreck.
So, first I am having a pity party for him because he is so miserable and this is how it will end...with him thinking all of these awful things
My 2nd pity party is for me. Cause I am a wreck. Mostly because of the way that he feels and how this is all playing out. But a small selfish part of me would like to stay in my little bubble where I have Grandparents who have been married for 60 years and still going strong...and love eachother, if not like eachother. I like being the offspring of the 'perfect' family. Picture Ward and June with a few more kids and living on a farm. This is what I want to remember. I didnt need to know the dirt on their 60 years of marriage. I know that is sooooo shallow but I am worn out and tired and wanting things to be the way I want them to be.
So here I sit crying for him and for me and feeling like a schmuck. I am almost out of tissue and my eyes will be too swollen to be a worth a darn in the morning.
And I just needed a shoulder to cry on and no one else is home.
I think I will take a Tylenol and hope for sleep...dreamless sleep....
And then he told me how for 60 years (married in 1948), he gave her everything she could have wanted and this is how she pays him back.
Pardon me while I get some more tissue...
I know that the majority of what he is saying isnt really true, its just his perception. But, his perception is his reality. So, this is how he spending his last years. 'locked up, broke and unwanted'
Now I need a drink...making it a double
I cant change his perception. His senile dementia keeps him in the place that his mind has created. I could call him and talk til I am blue in the face and all he is going to do is beg me to get him out of there. Which of course, is not an option. He NEEDS to be there for his safety and that of others. And if I call him and we have this conversation, my heart will break and I will be a wreck.
So, first I am having a pity party for him because he is so miserable and this is how it will end...with him thinking all of these awful things
My 2nd pity party is for me. Cause I am a wreck. Mostly because of the way that he feels and how this is all playing out. But a small selfish part of me would like to stay in my little bubble where I have Grandparents who have been married for 60 years and still going strong...and love eachother, if not like eachother. I like being the offspring of the 'perfect' family. Picture Ward and June with a few more kids and living on a farm. This is what I want to remember. I didnt need to know the dirt on their 60 years of marriage. I know that is sooooo shallow but I am worn out and tired and wanting things to be the way I want them to be.
So here I sit crying for him and for me and feeling like a schmuck. I am almost out of tissue and my eyes will be too swollen to be a worth a darn in the morning.
And I just needed a shoulder to cry on and no one else is home.
I think I will take a Tylenol and hope for sleep...dreamless sleep....
