Confessions of a First-Time Caregiver - Part 5


Confessions of a First-Time Caregiver - Part 5

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Being a caregiver to a stern, 81-year old, former Navy man with post-stroke increased dementia, has been a challenge. That man happens to be my father, so that brings with it all sorts of "stuff." When I was a teenager, my dad and I seemed to be at odds quite often. I'm not even sure why now since (in my mind) I was a pretty well-behaved, compliant kid. As I became an adult, that went away. Harsh words from him have been few.

Until now.

Mr. Badass from the 70s is back. But here's the thing; only sometimes. Mainly when we tell him he has yet another appointment, or he has three different people cuing him at once (we need to work on that) or he's just tired of being told what to do. And when he gets mad he's gonna be flagrant about it:

"Stop pulling me like some kind of horse!"
"Don't you have something better to do than ________?"
"You could use some mouthwash!"*

*That zinger came when I was taking to him to the bathroom, first thing in the morning before tending to my hygiene needs. I now sleep with gum next to me.

His words cut. My feelings get hurt, and it sticks with me. He'll settle down, but I'll still be in my feelings. We'll be quiet for awhile, but then, Mr. Happy Old Man comes back out of nowhere, laughing, making jokes and being his pleasant self. Meanwhile, I'm still choking on the last quip. So now I have to instantly move past my feelings and become someone else to fit his current mood. As an introverted, empathic, emotional, Cancerian, this drains me.

Today's nastiness came from a 6:30 a.m. wake-up call for an appointment with the neurologist. He's putting him back on his dementia meds that seemed to work well before the stroke. I pray they level out his temper and help his amazing recovery thus far soar to even higher heights.