Tell Us: What’s Today’s Caregiving Stress (Day 1)?


Tell Us: What’s Today’s Caregiving Stress (Day 1)?

hourglass-1288828_640As you may know, I’ve been collecting data about your caregiving stress, the overlooked epidemic in our communities. During a recent webinar, The Family Caregiver’s Stress, I shared the current results of our ongoing survey and share thoughts about what’s needed to minimize the stress.

We know that caregiving stress can be ongoing. I also believe that caregiver stress is constantly changing, that what stresses you on Monday is replaced by a different stressful situation on Tuesday. To show the constant and changing face of caregiving stress, I’d love for you to tell us about each day’s caregiving stress over a period of five days. Your stories about your day’s caregiving stress will make our data about your caregiving stress that much more compelling.

In our comments section, below, tell us about the stress you’re feeling today.

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For this post-caregiver, Monday's stress has become all about returning to work wondering what fires will have to be put out, what bombs will have to be defused. Ironically, when I was caring for my husband, going to work provided some respite from the stress of caregiving. Now going to work brings on stress because my boss has announced his retirement one year from now. This is going to have a huge impact on my position here.


Monday's are dreaded because I usually have phone calls to make, followed by random errands. Today my stress comes from waiting to hear back from DHHS about our Medicaid changes and what funds I am entitled to and what might be taken away, since my husband has recently entered long term care. The calls themselves are stressful, what with choosing the right options, being told to call someone else--more than once, waiting forever on hold, and then getting nothing but voicemail. My whole day hinges on getting that call back. *Sigh*


PT comes out to the waiting room with Grandma in tow, shoves several pages of printed out info and diagrams at me, gives me a toothy smile and a lecture on the importance of Grandma doing her at-home exercise routine. Like I haven't been trying for weeks to get her to do them, offering to help. Like I am responsible for making her do stuff she has zero interest in doing. I'm her granddaughter, not her nanny.