Herding Cats
Jan. 3rd, 2003 02:52 pmJim got a voicemail from one of his brothers yesterday, and when he returned the call this morning -
His aunt is ready to commit his mother. She's driving her nuts. Well, it's her turn, say I.
Jim's mother is a doll - and completely passive. She'd sleep all day, and be happy. She's been on medication for PTSD for years, and after losing her mother in November, not very motivated to do much more.
Her younger sister, though. Pistol. Hot to trot, and ready to change everything for the better...just do it her way and do it now.
RIGHT NOW.
She's not happy with Mom's progress. Well, neither is the son who called us - and hasn't for years.
I smell an intervention brewing...but if they don't get some perspective soon, I'll have to impart some of my hard-earn experience on their little pointed heads.
Like, no. No, you can't make decisions for her. No, you can't commit her. No, she isn't a danger to herself or others, and no judge is going to decide she's incompetent. Matter of fact, he'll laugh in their faces.
And Mom will never speak to them again. With cause.
Stay tuned. I'm on the shore for this storm, but I doubt I'm remain there long.
His aunt is ready to commit his mother. She's driving her nuts. Well, it's her turn, say I.
Jim's mother is a doll - and completely passive. She'd sleep all day, and be happy. She's been on medication for PTSD for years, and after losing her mother in November, not very motivated to do much more.
Her younger sister, though. Pistol. Hot to trot, and ready to change everything for the better...just do it her way and do it now.
RIGHT NOW.
She's not happy with Mom's progress. Well, neither is the son who called us - and hasn't for years.
I smell an intervention brewing...but if they don't get some perspective soon, I'll have to impart some of my hard-earn experience on their little pointed heads.
Like, no. No, you can't make decisions for her. No, you can't commit her. No, she isn't a danger to herself or others, and no judge is going to decide she's incompetent. Matter of fact, he'll laugh in their faces.
And Mom will never speak to them again. With cause.
Stay tuned. I'm on the shore for this storm, but I doubt I'm remain there long.
Re: Caretaking
Date: 2003-01-03 09:29 pm (UTC)I had diabetic husband who died of complications when he was 36 years old. HIS mother was a 5150 - but not certifiably so.
Jim's mother is depressed and suffering grief. Nothing else that I know of right now - hopefully will find out tomorrow. She lives alone, takes care of herself very well...her family just can't figure out why she doesn't want to get out bed in the morning.