Hi Starsong
I’m not going to lie but I AM really scared for them. It’s totally heart breaking going up there and putting all this work into trying to help them and in return I get treated like I’m trying to kick them out of their home. It’s the last thing I want. They are much safer being in their own home at this point in time.
It’s extra difficult because my parents don’t trust anyone, not even their own family. Add OCD to that along with dementia and it becomes really problematic.
Months ago the service they had working for them threatened to leave if the mouse infestation wasn’t taken care of. According to my dad, there was no mouse infestation and he was greatly offended by the accusation but they DID have one.
My father refused to pay for exterminators so I had to deal with it on my own which involved a LOT of work like cleaning out all cupboards etc. and my father acted like I was an intruder invading his privacy.
Trees had to be trimmed that were hanging over the house and leaves had to be picked up because they never have been in all the years they’d been there making it an ideal place for mice to hangout. 34 hours later of incredibly intense labour the problem started to get resolved yet my parents acted like I had just insulted them in the biggest way possible. Even after a meeting with these medical service people, they were STILL suspicious. It’s frustrating when you bust your ass for your own flesh and blood and instead of a sincere thank you, you get treated like a villain. :shrug:
Now my parents won’t even answer the phone if I call because ‘I’ have become the enemy. No I am NOT the power of attorney. A few years ago when my parents got upset with me they disowned me and called my brother and told him to visit them. They then told him that he was to be the POA as well as the sole inheritor or everything including the house. I wasn’t to get anything so I am doing ALL of this with full knowledge that I’ve been written out of their will and they have no shame letting me know. My brother however has told me that he will split whatever is left over. I’m not sure how I’m to be sure of this but I honestly am not doing it for the money. I’m sincerely concerned about them and it’s heart breaking.
BUT at the same time my brother isn’t available. He doesn’t answer their calls and ignores them when they get too demanding. Now they are very unhappy with him and admit that they aren’t talking with him either. This makes dealing with them that much more difficult. At the meeting the medical staff asked my parents if I could be the person to contact if they needed help since they also couldn’t get a hold of my brother and they agreed.
Im not really sure what this means in all of this but apparently I’m the person who is to be contacted from now on.
I’ve been upgraded to ‘ priority contact’ person.
Now all my dad complains about is that he USED to have a cedar privacy hedge and that we buggered it up. It wasn’t a hedge. They were cedar trees that had grown so large that they were overtaking the house and lot . With cedar trees the only greenery is at the tips of the branches so once trimmed they end up looking like ugly dead trees. This job was insanely difficult and time consuming but we were all so proud to get it done. Unfortunately we didn’t have the ability to get rid of the big mess of branches that was left from doing this job. We thought of getting a burn permit but there was too much to burn for one day. Taking it to the garbage dump would require too many trips and neither one of us has a hitch on our car so dealing with THIS became on issue.
We had asked my father if we could use his car since it has a trailer hitch on it and he said we could but we didn’t realize that he meant he’d drive too. My dad is so crippled that I am shocked that he still has his licence. Plus he had a mini stroke this year and we are all quite sure that he lost his licence but isn’t admitting it.
The wood chipper that we need is a 1/2 an hour drive to pick up which would mean getting my dad up at 7:00 a.m. and having him drive to get this cause he doesn’t trust either of us to drive. Well anyone knows what drinkers are like to try and get out of bed but an 89 year old at that and he thinks WE are the ones being difficult. Anyway I had to make all these arrangements because they aren’t talking to my brother but are also upset with me so today’s the day we go up.
My brother tried to get the wood chipper delivered but the distance is too far so he purchased his own trailer hitch and had it installed. My father would have been upset also because then it would have cost an extra $100.
If I hadn’t arranged all this then we would have all gone up there today all for nothing because we would not have been able to get this wood chipper and would forever have had my dad complaining about the mess we left in their yard.
The last time I was there my mom had cut her own hair

which I had to fix up so I added a pink streak to it which my dad hated. My dad used to be a barber and apparently my mom had been begging my dad to cut her hair and he wouldn’t do it. The moment I started trying to help my mom he got upset with me.
What’s upsetting me the most is I think my dad is taking some type of revenge out on my mom for not treating him well during their marriage . She is now solely dependent on him and he seems to be taking delight in the fact that he’s got complete control over her. It’s a bit unsettling.
Last night I made chicken cordon bleu with wild rice and beans along with gluten free devils food cake. Hopefully they will like it and if not , oh well.
I’m really not looking forward to this today but it has to be done.
And YES all kinds of strange and unusual things start to happen when old people start losing their cognitive function. Trying to get my father to put pants on when company is there is almost impossible.
That’s another thing he gets upset about.
He should after all be able to wear what he wants in his own house.
Awkward ? Uncomfortable?
Oh mannnnn! :shrug:
Insane is fitting at this point. Lol