Here's how I've finally learned to cope with caregiving after 15 years of it:
- I have a great therapist who has experience with dementia & end of life
- I take antidepressants
- I get away for one or two days a month to get a break
- I get away for a week every two or three months for work and I add additional days when I can
- I sit in a quiet house and just breath when H is sleeping
- I have a job that is not too demanding (e.g., I am under employed) that I generally like
- I have (a lot of) help around the house: cleaning, yard work, and for H: social worker, visiting RN & volunteers, the occasional doctor, caregivers for when I travel
- I try to simplify everything to reduce stress; for example, bills are on auto-pay (mostly), I use a meal service (thescramble.com) for meal planning & recipes, getting someone else to set up H's meds
- I get regular exercise, both at the gym and in the garden
- I eat healthy foods with only the occasional pig-out on ice cream
- I no longer drink except when travelling
- I am ruthless about prioritizing my time in this order: me, H, everything else
- I try not to go to every Dr. appointment with H
- I piss & moan on this blog, which helps me tremendously
- Bit by bit, I continue to reduce my expectations for H and my interactions with him
- I've realized that H is pretty demented and that he won't change; all I can do is change my reaction and approach
- I have learned to listen first to H, then pause, then think before I speak (he often doesn't mean what he says, I found out)
- I don't expect H to get better anymore
- I take one day a week, usually Saturday, and just do whatever I want, whenever I can
- I fantasize about what life will be like for me after H is gone
- I'm plotting to complete my bucket list whether H is here or not
- I fancy myself a single man, even tho' I'm caring for my long-time partner
- I accept that this situation is horrible for all parties and that H is certainly hurting too
- I remind myself that I make the choice to be the caregiver for H...no one "makes" me
Now, this isn't about thriving, but about surviving. Thriving is another thing entirely and I'll write about what I think I need to do there some other time.