It was hard. Dad was happily confused. Mom was violent and abusive. I was glad I didn't have a third parent when I finally came to the end of my rope.You must have endless patience. I knew after a year of living with Mom, i would be in a looney bin. I just couldn't do it.
Only person I would ever be a caregiver to is my husband.
People who were in my position asked me if I would recommend them taking care of their parent in their home and I told them that next to raising their children it was one of the most rewarding undertakings they would ever do. It is also the most heartbreaking.
Only way I would recommend them doing it was if they had a lot of help.
And that the biggest hurdle they would have to handle was the exchanging of roles as their parent became the child because you can reason with a toddler a lot easier than you can a parent with dementia or Alzheimer's disease.
