I looked after my Mum for ten years until her dementia became so bad Mum had to go into 24 hr care. My intersex daughter lives with me and she has visual impairments, is autistic, has fibromyalgia and suffers badly from PTSD due to having suffered shocking abuse at the hands of strangers. Somehow despite that my daughter managed to acquire an international reputation as a software developer and troubleshooter, but due to her disabilities is unable to hold down a job or work on projects anymore.
And then of course there is me. I have Chronic Fatigue/ME, narcolepsy and kidney failure (as a result of having been prescribed Premain). Both my brothers would dance a jig and crack open bottles of champagne if I died and not surprisingly were no help at all and highly critical when I was caring for Mum. Now that I'm having increasing problems with illness myself and not able to visit Mum because I can no longer drive my youngest brother has taken the opportunity to take me to task over my 'ability' to look after Mum's affairs.
I used to be a social worker with the adult community mental health service and it's not been easy to discover that all my training and experience is virtually useless when it comes to trying to care for myself. At present my doctor has put through various referrals in an effort to try and get me the help I need, but I'm not holding my breath. So far I've been told I'm too young and not disabled enough. And because my daughter is living with me she should be looking after me never mind the fact that my daughter is disabled herself. (My daughter does do her best to help me by the way).
Having watched my active and fiercely independent Mum disappear forever into dementia and become a helpless stranger has not left me with any kind of rosy tinted view of my own eventual passage into old age. The list of things I used to enjoy doing and can't do any longer is steadily increasing, so yes I am worried about what might happen to me should I have to go into care. And of course I worry about my daughter and what will happen to her once I'm not able to fight her corner anymore.
Bloody hell what a depressive tirade this post turned out to be (sigh).