Aging parents

Well since we are talking about money and family, all I can say is you guys are rookies. :) I'll try to keep this short. In my family, it starts young. My grandfather passed away in his 50s in 1970. He had his will setup to pass his business in two parts. His wife,and mother of his 4 kids, would receive the annual income for her life and the 4 kids would receive the equity appreciation over that same period. It was a great move, until the eldest stepped in and decided she would handle everything. She concocted a scheme to get the 3 siblings to relinquish their shares and transfer the whole thing back to Mom and her husband would run it. They didn't show anyone the will and came to the table with a "sob story" requiring the siblings to sign "these papers" so mom would be able to live. My mother and her siblings were in their 30s, naive and stupid, so they signed. What followed was a 40 year period of manipulation and downright theft. Mom became the silent partner in all their transactions -- she "helped" buy farms, horses, apartment buildings and such. They reaped over 1 millinon dollars while Mom pinched pennies (she was a saver). They literally "bought" her apartment out from under her using a "fraudulent" 1031 exchange. By that time the other siblings were on to them and started asking questions. It eventually ended up in court, where the siblings finally saw the original will and found out what happened. The lawyers made out like bandits -- working together to drain over $300,000 in legal fees from the estate.
 
"Mom's behavior started becoming more juvenile" this is exactly how our mom act snow, it's like she is reverting to 5 years old.

GFs mom passed away a few years ago. She had a will, but like others here one of the brothers was taking "loans" for quite a while and refused to not only pay them back but still wanted his "share" of the inheritance. This same brother was taking stuff from the mom's house/farm as well, before and after her death. Even let people move into the grandmothers house. It got ugly unfortunately.
 
Well since we are talking about money and family, all I can say is you guys are rookies. :) I'll try to keep this short. In my family, it starts young. My grandfather passed away in his 50s in 1970. He had his will setup to pass his business in two parts. His wife,and mother of his 4 kids, would receive the annual income for her life and the 4 kids would receive the equity appreciation over that same period. It was a great move, until the eldest stepped in and decided she would handle everything. She concocted a scheme to get the 3 siblings to relinquish their shares and transfer the whole thing back to Mom and her husband would run it. They didn't show anyone the will and came to the table with a "sob story" requiring the siblings to sign "these papers" so mom would be able to live. My mother and her siblings were in their 30s, naive and stupid, so they signed. What followed was a 40 year period of manipulation and downright theft. Mom became the silent partner in all their transactions -- she "helped" buy farms, horses, apartment buildings and such. They reaped over 1 millinon dollars while Mom pinched pennies (she was a saver). They literally "bought" her apartment out from under her using a "fraudulent" 1031 exchange. By that time the other siblings were on to them and started asking questions. It eventually ended up in court, where the siblings finally saw the original will and found out what happened. The lawyers made out like bandits -- working together to drain over $300,000 in legal fees from the estate.
My wife's Grandfather started a business in the late 40's. My FIL took over the business in the 70s. My wife started working there in the summers when she was 18. In college she started working in catering. When she graduated with and accounting degree, her plan was to move to Chicago and start a catering business. Her dad pressured her to stay home and work in the family business. They needed an accountant and she fit the bill. Her brothers (Notre Dame grads and they think that makes them better than everyone....FUCK Notre Dame and all it's graduates) came into the business long after she did. It soon became clear that their interest in the business was to make themselves rich and fuck the rest of the family. They tried for years to force my wife and the other family members in the business out. They are, rightfully, afraid of me. So they did not act overtly against my wife for fear of my reaction. If it was up to me I would have beaten the shit out of them everyday and enjoyed it. I have no tolerance for arrogance, especially misplaced arrogance, and they are arrogant. But my wife has kept me from acting on that urge. Last year she got tired of fighting them and took her buyout. We came out fine (despite the mid 6 figure tax bill) and my wife is much happier being out of the business. But they fucked her over time and again. I have told them that they better hope I don't get diagnosed with a terminal disease, because I will take them with me. Family and money don't mix.
 
I figure a lot of us have aging parents so I thought I'd vent a little here, share, get some advise, etc. I will try to organize my thoughts, but no promises :)

My mom is 84. She lives by herself in a Senior Living Facility (independently, not assisted). Her health has deteriorated quickly over the past few years. She has severe glaucoma, she is close to blind now. She had triple bypass heart surgery 3 years ago and now has congestive heart failure. She broke both ankles in the past 3 years. She had rectal prolapse surgery late last week. Both of her ankles swell. The list goes on and on. Her husband, I guess my step dad (he raised me) passed away a while ago from Dementia. She's tried to live with my 2 sisters at different times, didn't work out. I now know mostly because of her. My brother had a new home built 2 years ago and offered to build a 2nd master suite for her and let her live with them, she said No. She has no real friends.

We are not a close family. Not Let It To Beaver, not The Brady Bunch, etc. 1 sister and 1 brother local, one sister about 2 hours away. I have tried and tired and tried to help her with social isolation. I posted to NextDoor and 4-5 folks started calling her, offered to visit her. She had something negative to say about all of them. I found a neighbor who was cooking for her, talking with her; same thing, she found something wrong with him. I left a note on all of her neighbors door explaining her situation, can you knock on her door, call, say hello. Some have, she is not interested. I contacted and paid for NaborForce. After one visit my mom said No. I even found a couple where the husband has the same glaucoma she has, they chatted on the phone, she made fun of them.

I am a Meyers Briggs ISTJ. I am not a feeler, I make decisions based on facts. I will take care of you but not with warm fuzzy stuff. I am not naturally receptive to others’ emotions, not unless they are stated clearly, and someone usually only says “I’m angry” when it’s too late to address the initial grievance.

She literally sits in a recliner all day staring at the TV, or listening to it I guess since she doesn't see well. We think that's why she had the rectal prolapse. She will not leave her apartment. She will not walk, exercise, etc. She is convinced she should be in a wheelchair; all doctors say she can walk, and even without her walker, but for her sight.

There are many social activities in her building. When I visit I see folks gathering, chatting, laughing, talking, etc. She will not leave her apartment. She has 16 grandchildren and 12 great grand children. She chose not to be active in their lives growing up. 2 of the girls are still local and I have been asking them to visit her. One has, and you guessed it, all negative/critical stuff back from my mom. She talks about my brother and 2 sisters to me, behind their backs, critically/negatively and I keep asking her to stop. She does the same with me to them. And then she wonders why we don't want to spend time with her. When I was visiting her regularly it was VERY depressing. She sits in her recliner, talks about all of her medical issues/problems, how bad this/that doctor is, everything wrong with everybody, etc. I can't wait to leave.

She lives off of Social Security, no savings, no retirement. I have started paying for some of her recurring expenses.

I see her grocery orders from Instacart from her email. It's junk/crap/sugar/processed/salty garbage. I keep encouraging her to eat more fruits/vegetable. She claims she cannot because of her sight - odd IMO.

The local sister does A LOT for my mom. Much more than I would ever do. She does her laundry, cleans her apartment, etc. To help my sister out I am now paying the facility for what they call companion service, 1 hour a week. They will do anything in that one hour; clean cook, talk, take her for a walk, literally anything. There's a lot of tension between this sister and my mom, so I am hoping doing this will reduce that tension.

So she goes in for rectal prolapse surgery last Wednesday. She was going to be discharged on Friday but she somehow convinced them to put her in rehab for physical therapy. My best guess is she poured on the "poor me" at her apartment so they (the case worker) believed her and admitted her for 20 days of rehab; basically PT once a day then she lays in the bed the rest of the time. This happened when she was in rehab after her triple bypass. She did not want to go home so she prolonged her PT (refused to walk for example).

I care about my mom, I feel sad for her, but she does nothing to help herself. I am at a point where I am not calling or visiting her anymore, but I will still help her with some of her expenses. She should probably be in assisted living, but can't afford it. My 2 sisters are not in a position financially to help, my brother and I probably could, but I am struggling with this. Her saying "No" to everything I have tried to do to help her has reached a point where I think I don't care anymore. Her doing nothing to help herself with her health is the same. She fails to understand the correlation between no exercise, no social life, a bad diet and health.

I am curious to hear from others who are, or did go thru something similar. I feel like I should "do more" but, I just don't have it in me anymore. Her negatively, being critical, lack of doing anything on her own has worn me out. Regarding finances, I could help more but at some point it will cut into my finances, including my planned retirement funds.

First, I'm really sorry you have to deal with this. I'm in some of the same Myers Briggs buckets, so I get your analytical approach. I'm certainly not a "feelings" guy. When my dad was sick with what turned out to be terminal metastatic lung cancer, I simply looked at the available options and choose the logical path to help my mom through based on the available evidence. I was able to keep emotion out of it. Sometimes I wonder how I did that because I was a miserable fuck to my family for a year after he passed.

Anyway, based on what you've said I feel like a few things are going on with your mom. She likely has some cognitive issues that are contributing to her poor attitude. This could stem from the glaucoma. I know my cognition and attitude changes when I'm not wearing my hearing aids. The criticism stuff could be related to that, or just her way of making herself feel better about her situation. When my wife's grandmother was older she lost her "filter" and said whatever she wanted.

Whatever it is, it doesn't make dealing with her any easier. I hate to say this, but maybe she's just ready to pack it in. If that's the case nothings going to help. Something you're going to have to reconcile is when you're ready to call it quits, or step back from her abuse. I got that that point with my brother. He's 6 years older than me and has always had insecurities. That lead to a very difficult relationship with him, as he took many of his issued out on me. For years and years I looked up to him and tried very hard to have a good relationship, but each time it bit me in the ass and I felt emotionally wounded. He also went after my 9 year old son and my wife. Eventually, for my own sanity, I had to be willing to walk away and not give a shit about him. His behavior during my father's illness appalled me; we haven't spoken 7 years and I may never do so. At this point I'm OK with that in order to preserve my own sanity. I'm not advocating for it, but you may need to consider this when it comes to your mother.

I feel a bit less alone hearing the elder care stories from folks here. I'm dealing with the beginning staged of my family's own journey. My wife is the oldest of 4 and we're the only ones that live close to my inlaws whom are in their mid 70's. Together with one of her siblings, we're keeping them afloat by paying their property taxes, fuel oil bills, insurance, and many other monthly bills because the have almost no savings. Plus I do most of their home and boat maintenance. The other 2 siblings are in a position to contribute but rarely do and seem to want to ignore the issues. Add to this my FIL is having dementia and memory issues that he and my MIL adamantly ignored until it was too late to do anything about. My MIL is extremely stubborn and refuses to accept she's now dealing with a memory-impaired person and just argues with him that he can't remember. She can't or won't accept the fact that her husband is not the same and make the adjustments needed to make things easier on herself. He may eventually need some time of assisted living, but there's no way they could afford that. We're praying that my MIL stays alive because if she goes first we're screwed.

Then let's add that my wife has MS. She has a high paying job, but doesn't want to work much longer but feels compelled to because of her parent's situation. If we can't fund things her parents are screwed. Plus we have kids that are approaching college age. This isn't so great, but after reading all the other horror stories it puts things in perspective.
 
My wife is still working, she's 73. She likes to work, she likes being around people. We'd drive each other nuts if we spent all day with each other. Jokingly we decided she should keep working until she couldn't find her way to work.

A couple days ago she came by me and asked for a flashlight. She had put a bracelet on and now it wasn't there, she thought it fell off in the closet. It took several minutes of looking but she found it....it was on the other wrist. :rolleyes:

So I don't know, maybe her working days are nearing the end.
 
Last Sunday I called my Mom to get her grocery list. No Answer. I called back a few minutes later. Still no answer. I checked the cameras - I could see her walker but not her. Called a neighbor who checked on her and she was seated in a chair just out of view but couldn't get up. I went over there and she seemed normal. I had her get up and "walk" and although difficult, she was able to move. I did some minor chores and left to meet my daughter.
My daughter and I were having an early dinner by the marina. I turned on the cameras and there was no sign of Mom. Kept watching in case she was in the bathroom. Then I notice on the front room camera, her walker slowly moving into the picture by itself. Then Mom comes into view. She is pushing the walker and inching her way to the couch. By this time we are done with our burgers and decide to drive to Moms (45 mins +). She gets to the couch and gets up on the couch. I call her and she answers like nothing happened, then hangs up saying that she has to use the bathroom. We watch as she goes into the bathroom. While this going on, I realize that the condo keys are in my car, so my daughter turns around and we head for the marina. Mom doesn't come out of the bathroom... 15 minutes later we see the walker again... only this time she gets her head and back up on the couch and is stuck and is crying for help.
The cameras have audio, so we turn it on and my daughter is telling her that we are coming. Mom keeps saying "hurry"! We get there and lift her up on the couch. We ask if she fell and she keeps saying "I do not remember". I start to tell her that I can't leave her like this and that I may have to make other living arrangements. She doesn't want to hear any of it. At one point she hold up her hand, palm facing me, and looks away. "Talk to the hand"... Moms says that she has to go to he bathroom again. But now she has a lot of trouble getting up and is complaining her left foot hurts. Upon returning from the bathroom, I notice her pants have dirt on the butt. Then it clicks as I have seen this before occasionally but thought that she just had not changed her pants recently. She has fallen and scooted to the couch before, I just never caught her and she always told me that she is doing good and hasn't fallen
I look over at her and her left foot looks swollen. I ask my daughter to look at it. She has Mom put her feet together and says "Yes, it is a little swollen". I tell her to pull down her sock to see if her ankle is bruised. She pulls the sock down, and cries, "Dad, look at this"! The out side of her left ankle is swollen like a small apple is there. So off we go to the emergency room. Eight hours later, she is admitted with a lateral malleolus fracture and head home to sleep.
So it's now decision time on what I should do next....
 
So sorry, we have been there, and we are there now, again. Mom is in skilled nursing post surgery for 3+- weeks. She was in rehab for 3 weeks before that. It's not related to her surgery, she is weak, confused, mentally up & down since her recent surgery. Once Medicare runs out she has to go somewhere, we don't know where though or how it gets paid for, if she requires 24 hour care.

She doesn't want to go back to her apartment, and some of what's goin on now is that I think.

I like the idea of cameras in her apartment though if she goes back there. I never thought of that for her, thanks. Kicking myself because I have a Blink camera on the boat and 5 in/around my house.
 
I like the idea of cameras in her apartment though if she goes back there. I never thought of that for her, thanks. Kicking myself because I have a Blink camera on the boat and 5 in/around my house.

I used the Reolink E1. https://reolink.com/us/product/e1-zoom/

With a Verizon MiFi hotspot because she didn't have any internet in her condo.
 
I didn't read everyone else's comments, but here is mine. My mother is the same type of person. Finds the negative in everything. She is a horrible person, that none of the family wants to be around. When she gets to that point she will die alone with no help from her family. It's cruel, but she made her bed. You can't beat yourself up for her decisions. You live your best life and let her live her worst life.

Tim
 
Last Sunday I called my Mom to get her grocery list. No Answer. I called back a few minutes later. Still no answer. I checked the cameras - I could see her walker but not her. Called a neighbor who checked on her and she was seated in a chair just out of view but couldn't get up. I went over there and she seemed normal. I had her get up and "walk" and although difficult, she was able to move. I did some minor chores and left to meet my daughter.
My daughter and I were having an early dinner by the marina. I turned on the cameras and there was no sign of Mom. Kept watching in case she was in the bathroom. Then I notice on the front room camera, her walker slowly moving into the picture by itself. Then Mom comes into view. She is pushing the walker and inching her way to the couch. By this time we are done with our burgers and decide to drive to Moms (45 mins +). She gets to the couch and gets up on the couch. I call her and she answers like nothing happened, then hangs up saying that she has to use the bathroom. We watch as she goes into the bathroom. While this going on, I realize that the condo keys are in my car, so my daughter turns around and we head for the marina. Mom doesn't come out of the bathroom... 15 minutes later we see the walker again... only this time she gets her head and back up on the couch and is stuck and is crying for help.
The cameras have audio, so we turn it on and my daughter is telling her that we are coming. Mom keeps saying "hurry"! We get there and lift her up on the couch. We ask if she fell and she keeps saying "I do not remember". I start to tell her that I can't leave her like this and that I may have to make other living arrangements. She doesn't want to hear any of it. At one point she hold up her hand, palm facing me, and looks away. "Talk to the hand"... Moms says that she has to go to he bathroom again. But now she has a lot of trouble getting up and is complaining her left foot hurts. Upon returning from the bathroom, I notice her pants have dirt on the butt. Then it clicks as I have seen this before occasionally but thought that she just had not changed her pants recently. She has fallen and scooted to the couch before, I just never caught her and she always told me that she is doing good and hasn't fallen
I look over at her and her left foot looks swollen. I ask my daughter to look at it. She has Mom put her feet together and says "Yes, it is a little swollen". I tell her to pull down her sock to see if her ankle is bruised. She pulls the sock down, and cries, "Dad, look at this"! The out side of her left ankle is swollen like a small apple is there. So off we go to the emergency room. Eight hours later, she is admitted with a lateral malleolus fracture and head home to sleep.
So it's now decision time on what I should do next....
She's going to need assisted living. My aunt and uncle had to do it just before Covid hit. They got used to hit, but they started going downhill fast. Getting old sucks.

That place over by McDonalds an option. She can always walk to your house if she doesn't like it. :)
 
She's going to need assisted living. My aunt and uncle had to do it just before Covid hit. They got used to hit, but they started going downhill fast. Getting old sucks.

That place over by McDonalds an option. She can always walk to your house if she doesn't like it. :)
I know. Trying to get the doctors to say that she needs assisted living. Then it isn’t me forcing it on her.
 
I know. Trying to get the doctors to say that she needs assisted living. Then it isn’t me forcing it on her.
Yeah. Nobody wants to go. But as long as it's assisted "living" it's not so bad. Being able to come and go, family nearby, etc. It's the kind of thing if you can get them out and about a few times a week it's much easier. They're not just dropped and left to rot.
 
I know. Trying to get the doctors to say that she needs assisted living. Then it isn’t me forcing it on her.
This I know. My Mom would not hear of moving into a senior living facility (albeit not assisted living). Then in February of last year she feel on the stairs going up to her second floor. She had a bruise on her forehead but the real damage was to her shins. After a few days those contusions became infected. I had to take her to the ER and they admitted her to the hospital for 3 days to get IV antibiotics. The nurses and doctors planted the seed that she shouldn't be living alone. I offered for her to move in with one of my siblings, but she would not hear of it. The only thing acceptable to her was moving in with me and that is not happening.

Prior to the hospital, any time I mentioned senior living she would say "why are you trying to throw me into an old folks home" or "I'm not old enough for a nursing home". But the seeds planted by the medical people took root. So in May of last year she acquiesced and agreed to go tour a place I found for her. A couple weeks later she decided to move in, but only if I agreed to not sell her house so she could move back if she didn't like the community. Long story short, she loves it and hasn't been happier since my Dad died 14 years ago. It helps to have medical professionals weigh in.
 
My dad got diagnosed with an aggressive prostate cancer about a month ago. He is almost 83, and is married to a lady who is about my age. They have a couple of adopted children, and he did not want to mess up his summer with them, and wanted to put off doing anything until the fall. The surgeon told him he would not recommend it, so he had it removed on Monday. They caught it early enough it had not spread to surrounding tissue so the prognosis is pretty good. His mind is still sharp and is in other wise good health, so fingers crossed.
 
My dad got diagnosed with an aggressive prostate cancer about a month ago. He is almost 83, and is married to a lady who is about my age. They have a couple of adopted children, and he did not want to mess up his summer with them, and wanted to put off doing anything until the fall. The surgeon told him he would not recommend it, so he had it removed on Monday. They caught it early enough it had not spread to surrounding tissue so the prognosis is pretty good. His mind is still sharp and is in other wise good health, so fingers crossed.
My dad is 84 we are dealing with some medical issues as well. Hope your dad recovers well.
 
I can totally relate to this as I have been managing my 84 yr old moms life for the past 15 yrs. She has dementia. I have a brother who won't help at all. I am still working full time. There are many emotional stages to all of this caregiving business. You go from disbelief to analyzing everything to anger to sadness and now I'm in the empathy stage. It's taken me 15 yrs to get here but... I managed her home, bills, meds, grass, ect for the first 3yrs. An assisted living facility was built 2 minutes from my home so I sold her car and house and furnishings and moved her into the new place. It was a huge adjustment for her and us. Same as your mom...negative nellie, no friends, no hobbies and the paranoia of the dementia was awful. She would call me at work with crazy stories and my stress level was through the roof. Someone was always robbing her or lying to her, etc...that is until she befriended a man in the facility. He became part of the family for a good 5 yrs until he passed. Then covid hit and we couldn't get into the facility to see her and she worsened. Had to move her into memory care which was double the cost and she ran out of money quickly. Had to apply for Medicaid and move her once again to a facility that accepts Medicaid. The place was a real shit hole and farther from my house. After a year a spot opened up at a place near my home that has skilled nursing/memory care and i moved her there a couple of months ago. In addition to aging me terribly, many things have happened over this time period... falls and ER visits, constant struggle with finances /Medicaid to the point we had to hire an elder lawyer. I have to move her money around every month into a miller trust, I have to pick up her clothes every 4 days to wash them because the facility keeps losing them. I had a lot of anger at my brother for not helping with this nightmare, but I have let a lot of that go as well. It was only hurting me. It's a sad stage of life. Living longer is only beneficial if you have quality of life, which my mom has not had for quite some time. I picked up her laundry lastnight so that I can get it done before we leave town friday night to head to the boat for the first weekend of the season. The boating time is our solace. We try not to think of all of our obligations at home and enjoy being on the water. Just do the best you can with your mom. As other posters have said, you are not going to change her personality.
 

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