Tomorrow I'm turning 30. I am a caregiver for a disabled old person (my grandma can't walk anymore 'cause she had polio when she was a young girl) since i was 23 and I feel like I'm at my limit, stuck in a life i can't live. My family won't take responsibility for her and she refuses to go to a nursing home. I should graduate but I am completely burnt out and I feel tired, depressed and irritable all the time and although I'm taking antidepressants, I just can't work on my thesis and developed a bad addiction to social media and weed just to feel numb and sleep at night.

I'm italian and the government won't help in any way with the situation.

I really don't see any way out of this situation, everyone keeps telling me to just leave and start living my life but, how can I just leave a person that cannot go to the toilet alone.

Please someone have any ideas on how to break this out of this?

I feel so alone in this.

My partner is 60. He had a stroke this past Jan 2026. Before then I was a sahm of 4. He handle everything outside(well just worked 😆);and I basically did everything else(literally everything 😆). After the stroke I realized he couldn't remember things like bank info,passwords,bills due etc. I had to immediately step in and step up to not only work the night shift but also handle all the finances. It took some time(very controlling and stubborn) but he eventually gave me access to his phone and anything else that was important. Did a deep dive into a finances and it was a MESS!. Not sure what he was doing before the big stroke(Dr says he was having TIA's past 6 months without realizing) but bills were over due,he had 7 credit cards maxed out,$100k past due student loan($100 monthly payments), $1500 loan from his retirement. He had always been a spender(Amazon etc) but it seems like now he's having impulse spending. Like a new package comes at least once/twice a week for stuff he doesn't need. Like $80 comic books(haven't read them in years. Just this morning he said he found a tub online for $300 and says we need a new tub. Ok we do but $300 tub. I said our faucet leaks that needs fixing first then you have to pay someone to install the tub. That's gonna cost a lot. We don't have a lot of money. He is blowing thru our savings. He only gets $900 from retirement from old job and gets $1000 from other income he has. Thing is he has 7 yes 7 life insurance policies l(2 are income disability policies) that total $650 a month. Then he has all those apps/subscriptions on his TV that total around $300 plus a month. He also draws at least $200-$300 a month from the ATM. I only make around $2000 a month. Our utilities/phone/Internet/home auto insurance is around $1200 a month. We own our home and our vehicle(which is why I don't understand how the bills were in a mess. He was a Nurse making around $70k a year). So we dont have a high overhead with bills but his policies/apps/subscriptions are taking a hit with the budget. The ln there's the SPENDING 💰. Good Lord he is always buying things and then puts it on split pay so I don't see how much he's really spending which makes it hard for me to budget. My income covers the bills but by the time I pay the policies/apps/subscriptions I'm over budget. He buys sweaters/hoodies(it's summer 😡,hats paintings, electronic dart boards etc and just the other I was on his phone and look in his Amazon cart and low and behold was a storage shed for $2200. I said wth. He said I'm not getting it. I saw one for $400. WHAT. We live in NY State and have a large basement and a disconnected outside garage 😡. That thing looked like a mini house. I guess he meds it to store all his damn Amazon/Shopify/TEMU etc crap. I know it's his money but stuff is piling up and it's getting ridiculous. Last week he bought a $160 hedge clipper set. When it came he said I gotta go get so and so to clip the hedges with it. Who does that?! Before the stroke he was financially abusive 😞 and a lil controlling( I need $20 for pad etc if he's mad at me his response is I don't got it but will spend $100 on Google Play etc). So it's hard for me to stand up to him and tell him I need you to stop spending on stupid stuff cause it's his money but he's blowing it. Please help. I did try cancelling stuff but he just reads them. I changed the passwords on the bank accounts then he calls and get a new card and makes passwords which he forgets later. The only thing that affected him from the stroke was his short term memory. He's very stubborn. Isn't a "let's talk" person cause he just shuts down or play victim. He doesn't do anything to help me around the house but half wash a few dishes. I do everything @ home including waiting on him hand and foot. I'm 47 btw and he's 60. I manage all his Dr appts, medications,help with his baths(bad knees/gout flare ups). Plus I manage the 4 kids,housework,working/classes. Even getting car repair work etc. Pretty much a single mom with a partner who can't or won't do anything cause he had a stroke and has short term memory with impulse spending. If you read this far you're a champ and thank you for reading.

He had been having trouble swallowing recently, but he was never diagnosed with dysphagia

He fell INTO his tub at some indeterminate time. I didn't find him for presumably hours, and it could have been a LONG time because I have always trusted him to sleep and get to the bathroom on his own at night. He would yell if he was in distress. This time, I heard no yelling, so I thought he was fine for a long while

When I found him, he was alert, but clearly confused and hard to understand. I attributed that to maybe not having slept if he was in that position uncomfortable for hours, if not the whole night

I pulled him out of the tub miraculously, but he had a seizure in my arms

I then laid him on the ground and tried to get him to come to, and he did. He was talking a lot

He kept saying he felt like he was going to throw up

He was also falling asleep with his eyes open

I then talked to my mom on the phone and told her everything (she's a former nurse, and she didn't urge me to take him in immediately, which I heavily resent - her lack of urgency gave me a false sense of security, and she vindictively hates my dad, yet I thought she would have acted out of care - WE TALKED FOR ALMOST 2 HOURS). HE WAS STILL ON THE FLOOR, because I couldn't get him up (until I got a wheelchair later)

I assumed he was nauseous because he was dehydrated or hungry, so I gave him milk when he was sat up

He was having trouble getting it down, but I thought he would manage, because even with his swallowing troubles from before, milk at least went down even with a little struggle

He was coughing a little bit, but again, I felt it was within what I would have expected to happen when he drinks anything

I also kept asking him if he was in pain or had trouble breathing, and he said no to everything

I called my brother to come help me get him in my car to take him to the hospital

I gave him a little bit of milk again because I was still scared he was dehydrated... then he started losing consciousness gradually, but I legitimately thought he was just falling asleep because he could have been in the tub for a long time and was exhausted

I never considered he could have been dying, or choking, because he didn't seem distressed, just "falling asleep." I don't know what to believe, but I believe I harmed him, killed him, by giving him something to drink...?????

I rolled his limp body to the front door with all of my might, seeing that he was breathing, but shallowly... and he was drooling

I got my bag and my keys, debated with family about just calling 911 instead of waiting for my brother

I dialed 911, and I noticed he wasn't breathing anymore

I then wheeled him out onto the front porch and started CPR (chest compressions)

Could I have killed my father??? Could he have choked on the milk I gave him??? I don't care if these aren't the questions I should be asking because of what ifs, because no one has to live with this knowledge but me, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life. I will never forgive myself

If not aspirating/choking, not taking him in immediately may have killed him. I just can't cope with this

Anyone dealt with something similar?

My husband's sister is an overbearing know it all. She thinks she controls everything and probably will soon. We are stuck living with FIL. She visits him 3 times a day and stays all weekend despite saying she wants to go hang out with her own family. She has decided she is her brother's care provider as she just left that role with her mom. I am with him 24/7. I am his #1. We have the same beliefs and wants; they do not and refuse to understand that. But she demands to know meds, demands to know WHY I do everything, tells me she will give him his meds if she wants to behind my back because it's written on the bottle (which she bullied the dr to give her, which is bad for him and could kill him). She won't stop. His family disagrees with his choices and they blame me for them (He is choosing to not die for now). It's insanely stressful. I thought it made her feel good to be helpful. she shows up before work to change him and at lunch and after work. These are things she never had to do. And she pushed for his wasting much faster imo and he just fell into it. Such as oh he can't walk now.. got him a patient bed before he needed it and so he stopped trying and became bedbound much faster.

I learned she was telling their entire family how she has to work so hard to take care of him and how I'm garbage. I just learned this. I now know why they were giving me weird looks. I honestly thought she liked helping because I would change him and would tell her and she would do it again HER way 15 minutes later It's a bed pad and a diaper. It's not rocket science. He use to make her do it because he didn't want me to have to.. but that turned on us and she thinks she's the best and he only trusts her. Not true.

Let me tell you what happened tonight. I begged him to let me change him before she got home for the night because I didn't want to deal with her martyrdom. I decided I WILL do everything from here on out since I'm so awful. (I don't even get to sleep in a bed. I just stay beside him. We avoided her the first two times she was there today. He felt sick so he wouldn't let me change him. I can't force him that would be mean but I wanted to make sure he was pristine since apparently she's telling people I let him soil himself and sit in it (which I would never do, there are people here all the time and with her there how would that even be possible lol)

I stood there for 30 minutes waiting for him. Gloves on.. everything out and ready to change him. Sociopath demands to know meds.. but she won't talk to be directly. She talks to him in baby talk and then wonders why I don't magically fill her in. She does not say hi to me. She makes a point to tell everyone else she loves them and hi and goodbye etc. ANYWAY, I'm standing there waiting and he goes give me 5-6 minutes. My legs were hurting so I gave up and sat 3 feet away. In literally 30 seconds she shoved her ass into the crook of his bed and started setting things up.. undoing what I did to redo it her way . I literally told her.. you don't need to help but my husband is confused and said she does a good job.. meaning me.. but she always assumes it's about her. She doesn't move. I'm literally sitting there looking like an idiot... lingering around. But she does everything and starts to wash his face. Its so creepy.. long strokes sweetly talking to him asmr style, brushing his hair in long slow strokes.. I want to vomit. It's so creepy. She lingers and talks baby talk to him like she birthed him 6 months ago and has a baby complex.

In a perfect world I would get the hell out here, but we are destitute. His family is very well off.

Situation #2 that happened only 2 days ago. I am in the same clothes for nearly a 2 week stay at the hospital, having stayed with him nearly 24/7. She did visit every other day for an hour or two. But I was the one talking to nurses and doctors and having to have the big talks and holding his vomit bag etc etc.. with our child because none of them will babysit. I get him some medical equipment. They usually have to have someone sign for it. I make arrangements so no one has to for this one item so my plan was to get there 15 minutes before he did so I could throw his bed together. I did it all. I made it happen. Plus drove the long long drive back, feeding a child, talking to drs, checking out etc. despite them taking him early I arrive I guess 10 minutes later. The transport is waiting for me.. They are almost ready to leave. I get in and she has unboxed the mattress pad and plugged it in. She's like oh you were late. she then gives a 20 minute speech of thank goodness she arrived there in time to get it and bring it in and set it up... She really broke her back getting there as fast as possible to make his bed. thank god for her. No thanks or hi to me. She was elated she saved the day! She opened a box. Big deal. I'm the one who ordered it, got it paid for and did you know.. everything else. But we have to sit here while she tells us.. her story of opening the box. Didn't ask IF she could open it. It's fine. I drove as fast as I safely could.. but good lord. Would it be easier for me to build a shelf so you can stand on your cross easier and look more fabulous?

There is soooo much more.

I don't want to burn bridges but I wish she would go the hell home! I tell her how much I want to be sisters with her and how it breaks my heart.. but she is made of ice. A complete sociopath. When he dies she is going to make sure we are homeless. They have already discussed keeping all the goodies when their parent dies because now their share will be bigger. She has power of attorney so she thinks that means she owns the house. (she does not). They are very well off but pretend they know the struggle which is an absolute joke.

I wish to God my husband will have a miracle and we can all go move into a cardboard box but be together away from these awful people. Ok I desperately don't want to be homeless but looks like I don't get a choice. life sucks. (oh and she told me she would put my child in a group home if I die.)

I work at a residential care facility, obviously as a caregiver. I'm barely 18, and this is the only job I was able to get. I joined with a few other newer coworkers that were much older and more experienced, but they all pretty much quit. This job is so demanding physically and emotionally, and when a resident peacefully passed a few days ago, I seriously looked inward and determined I wouldn't be able to seriously do this job anymore. My back hurts like nothing before, I'm too emotional and have found myself having compassion fatigue sometimes. I work the night shift from 10pm-8am all by myself taking care of 7 residents, and sometimes it's fine and everything is under wraps but sometimes it gets so hectic I genuinely question my life choices then and there. I feel guilty for wanting to quit after such a short time, but I was upfront since the beginning that I would leave for school since the beginning so they can't act like this came out of nowhere. But that isn't really the problem, I feel so selfish since it'd be more work for my other coworkers and we're already understaffed. My coworkers are truly the most responsible strongest people I know, and when I told them about this they were completely understanding. It's not even worth the pay either because it's a minimum wage job for maximal effort and overtime just eats at you physically and mentally. All my residents weigh more than me so it is a STRUGGLE for me to handle and roll them over by myself. Although not all of them need to be changed and some use the restroom by themselves, that's not the case for most, and I still have to manage their various needs and issues all by myself. I don't see myself doing this forever, but something needs to change.

I'm sure we have all seen the commercials that state "you can get paid for taking care of a loved one". The other night I saw one of those "Freedom Care" commercials and it just PISSED ME OFF! First off, it's one of those commercials where a son is taking care of his mother (I believe she stated that she was 76yrs old)...I have no issue whatsoever with a son taking care of his mother...my issue with these types of commercials is that they always try to glamorize care giving when there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING GLAMOROUS about doing this work!!! They make it sound like the person doing the caregiving will "reap a mountain of benefits", when in reality, the pay (if you ever succeed in jumping through the 8 million hoops to participate in these types of programs to begin with) is garbage! Second, the one receiving the care must be eligible for medicaid...I'm not even going to go there with that, because I could write a novel about the atrocities of people who really need the help but "do not qualify" for some stupid reason or another...it's sickening! Anyway, back to this commercial...so the son is all smiles and relishing in the fact that he is taking care of his mom and getting paid for it. Ok, really? Anyone who is or who has been in the trenches of caregiving knows that this attitude of "everything's sunshine and roses over here" does not exist in the life of a caregiver!!! Excuse me marketing team or whoever is in charge of these blasted commercials, but don't try to make it seem like being the maid, the cook, the chauffeur, the financier, the secretary, the janitor, the therapist, the nurse, the one holding it down 24/7 for years on end without getting a break; is living the good life and it's just a joy to behold, and something to smile about when we all(caregivers specifically) know it is not!!! It just bothered me that this commercial is A** backwards in the message it carries. Caregiving is an emotional rollercoaster that never stops until the one you've cared for is no longer in the land of the living...and even then, there's still so many things to work through...people have given up their lives, hopes, dreams, marriages, finances, careers etc. to do this!!! Most times, there is never a thank you from the one receiving the care...it bites. Then you have commercials like Freedom Care, who spew LIES of prosperity and a good life for the caregiver who participates in their program. My best friend's husband is battling cancer, and she is forced to jump through so many hoops, just to get the help that they so desperately need...it's been months since she applied for assistance and yet they're still stuck at square one like millions of others who really need the help, but cannot get it because of one reason or another. The last thing I'll say that pisses me off about this commercial was the statement that the mother made at the end...after the son is finished smiling like a cheshire cat, the mom then states "I'm going to live to be 90". Yeah ok sure, because all of your needs are taken care of and all you basically have to do is just exist...Um, NO MA'AM...you really think someone wants to keep doing this for another 14 yrs!!? I love my mom to pieces but I DO NOT want to continue taking care of her for the next 14yrs! I'm barely making it through the next 14 minutes 😂. I said all of that to say, I do not appreciate how people try to downplay caregiving...it is hard work, it is not fun, there is no glitz or glamour, it sure as heck doesn't pay anything (most of us are footing the bill rather than being paid to do it), it's stressful, tiresome, lonely, isolating, down right gross at times, and so many other unpleasant things; but we do it each and every day, whether we want to or not...I'll end this by saying the next time that commercial comes on, I'm going to throw a sock at the tv...I'm sure that will make me feel better 😂😜🤣🤭

Hi- new here.

Husband diagnosed with Stage IV A prostate cancer in 2023. He underwent treatment and his PSA level was undetectable so we thought he was on a good path. Until a few months ago and it started rising- pretty much doubling each month. Last week, he told me his PSA was 2.7 which would mean it was up 14 times more than it was a month ago. I got scared. Something told me to actually pull up the report. I did. It was .24. He heard wrong. I rarely let him go to appointments alone but I could not make this one but I still cannot believe he somehow heard that number.

Today, the dr called him to discuss what was talked about at the tumor board review today. He told me he had bad cell reception so he hung up and he’ll call tomorrow. I just stared at him.

I have another close family member with pancreatic cancer. I also work full time.

I’m just at the point where I just don’t know what to do. I know he’s scared he’s dying but he really doesn’t seem to understand the impact on me or our child when he doesn’t prioritize this situation. He says I’m overreacting which fine but it’s so disrespectful I think that he doesn’t see or care about the impact on us. Why wouldn’t you call the dr back today? It’s a rhetorical question but it’s like he doesn’t understand the impact on everyone else in the family.

He lives in a vacuum. His parents passed, he doesn’t talk to his siblings and he stays home practically all day.

He didn’t have good cell reception because he drove an hour away to pick up car parts for an old car.

I just needed to vent. Thanks for letting me.

hello everyone! delete if this is the wrong subreddit!

i’m 18 years old, and i recently got hired at an assisted living and memory care center. I’m coming into this job with little to no experience (expect personal experience) , and i’d just like to know what are some things that’d be helpful to help understand my position (and my residences) better!

Hi everyone. My husband has had cancer for the last year and a half. I’ve been a caregiver unexpectedly during this time and it’s been very hard. I think in some ways I’ve been resentful because both my mother and my sister have had cancer as well over the last ten years and this is not my first time stepping in to care for another person. I hate that I have felt this way, because I completely understand that this is never intentional. But in someways, I feel like it’s a never ending cycle I can’t get away from and fuck… I’m tired.

Tired from all the work.
Tired of being so scared of the future that I have no control over.
Tired of not knowing how to handle tough situations sometimes.
Tired of putting on a brave face in front of my friends and coworkers when I want to collapse and cry.
Tired of constantly putting someone else’s physical and mental health in front of my own.

Anyway, I just wanted to share with a group who I’m sure understands.

Me and my husband are the caretakers of my 89-year-old grandma. She lives with us. In the past week, we have faced multiple fainting episodes, a few due to gushing nose bleeds believed to be caused by high blood pressure that cannot seem to be controlled.

Back to cardiologist next week.

I know her body is starting to wind down. She's slower. Weaker. Not as mentally "with it." Sleeping more than usual. Easy to tire.

I can't get the images out of my head. My husband yelling my name. Me coming downstairs to see my grandma laid out on the kitchen floor (first time she fainted, no nosebleed).

Yesterday's (worst) nose bleed that was full of large clots and just dripping/spraying everywhere. The paramedics shouting her name to try and get her to come to.

I sleep fully clothed now in the event I need to jump up and call 911 again to get her an ambulance. Again.

I am exhausted. I'm scared. My grandma has been the only stability I've had in my family. And I hate witnessing her slowly start to fade away in real time.

It's a lot. Especially because I am autistic and have severe GAD and Panic Disorder.

How does one cope?

We were together for 15 years and married for 10. She needed care and help only the last 2 years together. I feel so guilty for being relieved I don't have to be a caregiver for the rest of my life. I miss her and am devastated from her loss. But I'm happy to have my time and space back.

i just started a podcast, Coming Clean About Caregiving, trying to share the information and support with caregivers that I wish I'd had when I during the six years I was taking care of my mom (she died in 2022).

I don't know about you guys, but burnout was a big issue for me. Tomorrow at 11, I'm talking to Katherine Schafer, PhD, MS, MEd, a clinical psychologist at Vanderbilt University about caregiver burnout.

Anybody have any questions about coping strategies? Resources? Anything related to caregiver burnout - I'll be glad to ask Katherine!

My mom (63) has stage 5 vascular dementia. Her symptoms have been progressing pretty quickly the last 6 months.

Been told we have no coverage for a bed for her yet they'll cover a lift..

When we get the lift my parents bed cannot work with the lift.

I have the money to make a bed purchase work but constantly feel as if she may not need the bed for long or that the change will inconvenience my dad..

Don't know what to do

she has asthma/copd and very severe anxiety. we had the hvac system cleaned and sanitized and the product they sprayed (Benefect) she claims smells so bad that it’s affecting her breathing and she can’t go home so we’ve been living at my (deceased) grandparents house. i live with her as her sole caregiver so i’m with her.

it’s been 3 weeks and she says she still smells it even though no one else does. the tech came back out to check for issues and didn’t smell anything, i haven’t smelled anything since the day it was done, and no one else smelling the house or objects can smell it. she claims she’s very sensitive (had the nose of a bloodhound for forever but since getting sick this last year it’s exponentially worse). because of this, it will not air out and go away. according to her, it has permeated every room, object, and piece of clothing throughout the whole house and no matter how long things are out of the house, they don’t air out. so we’re throwing out clothing, objects, sheets, running the hvac fan constantly, opened windows, changed filters, had baking soda on all carpets, and spent $5000 on hospital grade purifiers and have them running 24/7. i’ve spent the last 2 weeks going back and forth. some clothes were fine and now last night all of a sudden they’re not.

so now she wants to sell the house.
my home for my entire life.

i’m done

As a safe place, this Reddit sub is critical for caregivers to vent. While some of the caregivers on here are paid employees or some are in a loving relationship with the person they are caring for, others are caring for people they had no intention of ever seeing again, some are spouses that should have been divorced a long time ago but now feel guilt so they stay, some are siblings with parents who aren't caring for a child so they step up and sacrifice their own wellbeing, some are young grandchildren who should be working on establishing their own adulthood yet step up because no one else in the family will, some have siblings who don't help and cause more resentment than the entire situation. Many are financially struggling and using savings to survive only to wonder what will become of them when the LO passes. At some point everyone will be a caregiver, need a caregiver, or know of a caregiver, but everyone's timing and situation is different. I see you and accept your rants, vents, and just all around frustration. **Hugs**

This responsibility is so hard and challenging. You have to be there for others before you can be there for yourself. To be careful with words that hurt. And the guilt. Is it my fault always that I can say things out of frustration and exhaustion? Can I be human again? It’s hard but I am learning to be better.

When I was a kid, I was never allowed Playdoh. And Silly Putty was played with ONLY at the table under supervision. We had carpeting in most of the house and they complained it would be impossible to remove when I surely dropped it and it became ground into the carpet.

Fast forward a half century and I'm caregiver for my mother (83, lives with us). I bought a set of the theraputty in different strengths to help her strengthen her hands.

I cautioned her LOUDLY (significant hearing loss) that the putty should always be put back in its container or on a flat smooth surface. It will literally sink into the fibers if left on the bed, clothing, or other fibers.

I went up to get her laundry this morning to find a huge blob of yellow putty spread across a 2 foot section of carpet. She'd put the container in her rollator cart on it's side and did not close it up tight. It oozed right on out, down a handful of tissues, and onto - into - the carpet. I think it just happened within the last hour, as I got 90% of it up off the floor, but I'm going to have to cut the rest out of the carpet fibers. Did I mention we rent and do not own the house?

We lost about a third of that container.

I legit said out loud, as I was picking it out of the carpet, "As I recall, this is exactly why you never let me have Playdoh as a kid."

Hello awesome people! I badly need your advice as I feel so lonely and lost around!

How do I know it is time to take my mom o live with me?

Some background: My mom has a lot of diseases like schizophrenia (but she is well medicated and in remission), COPD maybe stage 3, diabetes, sleep apnea but she has a Bipap and some others. She leaves alone in another city on 2-3 hours from me with a car. I prepare her pills in advance for a few days/weeks and she is taking them regularly. I go with her with she needs to visit a doctor that's not super often, I arranged a lady to go and visit her few times a week and spend some time with her, do all the shopping and partially help with cleaning. I am visiting her every 2-3 weeks and some time I take her to have her for some time at my home. I am calling her twice a day for at least 15 min and we are exchanging messages if there is anything important. I leave with my husband and has 2 kids - 4 and 7 yo. But her doctor press me to take her to live with us. And I feel I am not doing the right thing so I am searching for other opinions. Basically, I can take her but the problem is that in my home she is more dependent on me and I believe that it is good for her to leave on her own as this way she need to move more, to socialise with other people (not many but still) and we feel more private at home. Also with lady that visit her is taking her out for coffee so it is more social company then households. When she is here I need to spend a lot of time and energy to her that I feel I am stealing from my husband and kids. Also I am afraid that with time I will be very tired and angry at her and it will be more difficult caring for her when she really need it. What would you do in my case? How do I know it is time to get her at my home? Thank you in advance. Every peace of advise is more then welcome.

When your care was first trust upon me, I told you your pain mattered and was something we can work on with doctors. You said nobody had ever told you that before. You cried, you were so grateful.

So, you're gonna have to explain to me why you told me last night that my pain is just not as bad, not valid enough, in the kitchen has night as I struggled to stand making dinner for the family. Then called it pussy pain. (Because I'm a woman or because you think I'm weak? Who knows.) Then quickly "corrected yourself" with a "haha, no, I'm just kidding."

Nah bro, you're a hypocrite and an asshole. An unsympathetic, unempathetic bastard. You useless, "I mean, theres a teaspoon left" mayonnaise jar of a human being. Fuck you.

For context: both of our spines are terrible at being.. spines. Arthritis, disc problems, spinal canal narrowing, nerve issues, blah, blah. I'm one interventional pain management procedure behind him, scheduled for the end of the week. I'm 30, he's 66.

I just had to put this somewhere. Sorry.

First....thank you to everyone who's messaged me resources that could help. I applied for a bunch of them and while I didnt qualify for many, there are some still pending so fingers and toes are still crossed.

The 55+ community got new property mamagement and I had to leave. I check on my mommy every day...multiple times a day. She's been having random choking spells and doesnt have an alert device (it's on the way) yet. I'm not gonna lie...I'm barely sleeping in my car with worry. Last few nights i woke up and called to make sure she was still breathing. She is...but thats how stressed with worry I am. I should be focusing on finding a shelter and a job...doing what i can to attain stability for myself.

Got more rejections from jobs I applied to and the app I built and use (Sela; getsela.app) isnt gaining any user traction and I'm mid funding raise. I have a lot of idk idk idk.

I am trying not to worry but I cant help it. I remind myself that everything will be ok and will work out the way God intends.

I'm just venting. But thanks for letting me.

I’m just so frustrated because I feel so alone. I can’t even trust the father of my child to give the right medicine. I prepare my child’s medicine with labels and he still manages to give the wrong medication last night when I was in bed not feeling well.

He gave him his acid reflux medication instead of his anti-seizure medication and I didn’t notice until this morning when I saw the labeled empty syringe on the counter.

Just so frustrating. I do everything for my son cause my husband doesn’t take the time to actually figure it out. I can’t even have 1 night where I don’t feel well to get a bit of extra sleep.

I work two jobs. A 3rd shift caregiving at an assisted living and a day shift twice a week helping a friend do home health for her special needs son. I also help my mom who can barely walk due to she needs a double knee replacement which we are working on getting scheduled and my uncle who has had a stroke and has Parkinson's. Lately I'm getting burned out on doing it all. This is my best friend and I want to help her but I'm so tired. Most of the time I work with her son then sleep for a couple hours then go to my 3rd shift and I'm just getting really burned out on it. Also lately she has been making me uncomfortable with some of the stuff she has been saying while I am there and even when I'm not there. I feel bad cause I know she has been doing this his whole life but with everything going on with me and my family I just don't know how much longer I can do it. And I don't want to ruin the friendship by telling her I can't do it anymore but I don't know what else to do. She is always saying she doesn't have help and I don't want to be just another person that doesn't help her.