You Need More Help

Before I became a sandwich generation adult in earnest, my parents lived in New Jersey in the 1960’s era, faux-wood-walled split level in which I grew up.  My mother handled everything, with my father mostly withdrawn and keeping to himself.  It all changed one Saturday morning when she tripped over a carpet, fell and broke her hip.  We didn’t know then that she’d be gone within 3 weeks, a victim of her own cascading health problems (and probably the medical profession, which threw a lot of medication and procedures at her without much regard for how taxing the cure was.)

What we did know is that my father was suddenly in the house by himself and we weren’t convinced he knew how to operate anything in the kitchen.  Or pay the bills.  Or clean up after himself.  Or do laundry.

I lived in Massachusetts at the time and my brother Rob in California, but we both made trips back home to visit my mother in the hospital and my father at home.  It was my first time dealing with sandwich generation issues, so called, and I admit: it overwhelmed me.  I had also launched a business that had just started to go sideways (a polite professional euphemism for “poorly), which is a bad feeling in the best of times.  This combination led to a series of sleepless, gnawed fingernails and emotional confrontations with anyone and everyone.

In a bizarre moment of clarity – in retrospect it’s easy to see the wheels coming off the car, but at the time, much more difficult – I made an appointment to speak with my Rabbi.  What I thought I was going to talk to him about was honoring my father and mother while keeping the bonds with my wife and family.  I sat on his couch, unburdening myself and waiting for scholarly wisdom to unlock once and for the all the secret of being in the middle of the proverbial slices of bread.

Instead, he looked at me, and said simply, “You’re going to need a lot more help.”

His advice, which I think of often almost 3 years later, was that if I couldn’t take care of myself, there was no way I could take care of anyone else.  You can’t be the first phone call for everything, he told me.  I remember that metaphor most of all.  Figure out how to get the basics taken care of so that you are doing for your parents and for your family what no one else can do.

I mention this particular piece of wisdom – which actually originates from Maimonides in the 12th century — because, while I forget it often, I always try to come back to it.  It is difficult because my father relies on my brother and me now for so many of the basics.  He is in a senior community here in MA that ranges from independent living (where he is now) all the way up to a skilled nursing facility.  But my father has never been independent.  He’s never done laundry, changed sheets, cleaned dishes, emptied his own trash, ordered his own supplies (kitchen, bathroom, office, or otherwise), set up his own cellphone, or dealt with health insurance.  He’s also never admitted weakness.  I suppose few of us have.

In other words, he is someone who is used to being waited on.  And at the same time, until not long after my mother died, he had a Depression-era sensibility to paying for help, meaning that he got it either free or not at all.  In his mind, it was my mother’s job, and then it became my job or my brother’s job, to do these things for him.

I would like to report that we had one huge confrontation over this and then he saw the wisdom of my position.  That would be fiction though.  What it looks more like is erosion, where he continuously asks me to perform tasks that I’ve told him that I’m not going to do and that he could do himself, and over time, he figures out that I’m just not going to do it.  (Another hallmark of the sandwich generation: always having to calculate, consciously or otherwise, what we will and won’t do for any given person in our lives.  It is exhausting).  I focus instead on how to eliminate the task, or how to get additional help.

If you have an elderly parent living alone in a situation where you know that they can’t perform everything themselves, and you have the option, get more help.  Tell your parent that it’s not for them, it’s for you.  This line of argument is hard to argue with, and also has the virtue of being true.  Call HomeInstead or a home care agency.  Find other people to check in on them – and definitely get to know their neighbors if you don’t already.  Call their town’s local senior center; most towns have one since seniors are very profitable residents who pay property without consuming public schools.  Get their church or synagogue involved.  Can they Skype or use a webcam?  Talk to them that way when you can – that way you can see if they are hanging out in their pajamas all day, a sure sign of depression and withdrawing from the world.  Above all, do not feel guilty about not always being the first phone call.  It’s probably not sustainable, will wear you down, and then will make you unable to respond in force when you really need to.

But how do you get them to move closer to you or to a community where they have a lot more help?  More on that another time.

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4 responses to “You Need More Help”

  1. Michael Tobin says :

    Yes, Peter. You are capturing it and thanks for sharing. I’m right there with you.

  2. cathysikorski says :

    I have had this experience so many times. Keep telling every ‘sandwich’ you meet. You are providing a great service just by this one piece of advice alone. Thanks for following my blog….You just have to Laugh…hopefully it will give you a chuckle in the caregiving mire.

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