Hello I am not really new here. I have been a member for a few years and have posted at some point but it was so long ago I feel I must reintroduce myself and explain my current situation and update it. I shall share all of my story eventually in various different posts as I need a lot of help and advice on the matter!
i came to these forums to find out if I was the only one who was in the situation that I am in, which is a bad one! If I complained or if mum deemed me to not be a very good carer she would often tell me about other adult offspring who were carers for their mum’s who were wonderful, sacrificed their lives for their disabled parent (caree) and LIKED IT!! Due to the fact that they realised that they OWED their parent for all the years the parent spent looking after them (the children now caring). I was told I was a bad carer and daughter because I wasn’t as grateful and righteous as these adult children carers! They never complained! So naturally I felt like maybe I was being selfish if I was ever unhappy doing this, and felt guilty for not doing this and enjoy it because I should do because I am supposed to love my mum and WANT to care for her in her hour! (10 years) of need (which will be forever because there’s no cure for what she has and she’ll never get better, in fact she may get worse)
Anyway may I introduce myself, I am Jeromiah (lord is my actual title, it’s not a nickname), I am a trans male (meaning female to male) gender fluid confused person. I am currently secretly living as a male as my mum doesn’t accept that I’m transgender. She doesn’t think that I really am and that I’m just confused. I don’t doubt I am confused but I feel quite strongly about the way I feel and I feel that I should be male. It’d be nice if she still respected my decision to be who I want to be.
Anyway I have been a carer now for mum for the last 10 years.
It all started when i was 15 and she complained of walking difficulties which got worse by the time I was 19 ot 20. She continued doing everything (cooking and cleaning) until one day she couldn’t cope anymore. She went for various doc’s and hospital appointments to find out what her pain was all about. They diagnosed her with degenerative spine disks and various stenosis’s, arthritis and sciatica. I still lived with her at that age so she told me I should be her carer seen as how I’m here. I reluctantly agreed to it. I felt obliged to because I lived at home still and she wasn’t willing to get a stranger carer to come in and help. She said I’d have to be her 24/7 carer. I knew this spelt the end of my freedom and previous way of life and the beginning of a more restricted life full of hard work. Before then I didn’t really do much but I did my fair share of chores. Now I had been burdened with having to do EVERYTHING. I now had to clean and tidy a whole mansion, managed the clutter that had been accumulated over the 17 years, and do all the cooking and fetching her things she needed which was all too much for me. I found that I had a lot less free time and although I was never very independent before becoming her carer there was now no way I was ever going to be able to gain any!
I felt so trapped and like there was no hope. My mum wanted me to be with her all the time. I was never allowed to go out without her. I was now isolated. All our family had deserted us so I had nobody to help me look after mum or even for emotional support… My mum became worse and worse over time, as in attitude wise. She got frustrated with me because she didn’t think I did enough and nothing I did was good enough. She’s right, it wasn’t, and, isn’t! I am not a very good carer and don’t clean as much as I should. I do the bare minimum which is still alot of work and exhausting. I find myself sleeping alot and staying up late at night because it’s the only free time I get when she falls asleep! She doesn’t sleep very well and if she catches me still up at 3 or 4 am she will rope me into doing more chores.
I am first and foremost an artist! This is my primary profession and what I am passionate about! I love to draw and write so I stay up into the night to watch tutorial videos or inspiration for my drawings, I draw, I read and I write my stories.
My mum complains that I ignore her if I don’t jump to her demands within 10 minutes. She calls me abusive. Usually when she texts me or rings me to do this and that, I have just sat down to do my own thing and rest! So yes I may not bounce as soon as she asks me to do something else. I feel run ragged. It’s true I don’t do enough but I feel like I never get to do much of what I want and I feel like I hardly get 5 minutes to myself except when I’m sleeping or out shopping (for groceries, not clothes shopping spree like most people assume. I only go out for essentials).
Since mum has had a heart attack she has been a lot harder on me and argues with me and criticises me constantly!
I have self harmed for the first time ever at 30!
There’s loads more but I will have to write the rest in another post! Let me know if i must post updates here or another forum catagory