The perils of trying to please everyone

mean old lady

Mean? Or brutally honest? You decide.

The first piece of advice a friend gave me about my blog was, “be careful not to sound mean.” I took his words to heart, but a month later I wonder which is worse — alienating readers or self-censorship? I’ve come to the conclusion it’s definitely the latter.

I started this blog as an alternative to all the bland caregiver sites I found full of sterilized advice for helping family members in their advanced years. I could barely read a hundred words on most without glazing over. If you didn’t know better you’d think everyone ages nicely and neatly, and acting in Mom’s best interest is as easy as deciding what to have for dinner.

The truth is for some people, aging is an ugly process, and even if you love the old person there’s a good chance they drive you up the wall most of the time. From that perspective, tying them to a chair and abandoning them on a dirt road would be mean. Writing about the day-to-day experience with a heavy dose of sarcasm and irony is not.

I have a good idea where my friend’s “speak of aging in the gentlest possible terms” comes from. I worked for a few years at an ad agency that specializes in marketing senior communities. Words like “old age” and “retirement” were verboten. Copy was infused with glowing descriptions “of memory loss care” and “active, robust adults.” I knew it was bs then, and I doubly know it now. My friend works there today, and he’s drinking a bottomless cup of the marketing-to-modem-seniors Kool-Aid: Seventy is the new fifty. The golden years are a time to be active and engaged! Who wants to be young and uncertain when you can be old and know in advance exactly what every day holds — unless your bridge partners unexpectedly leaves in a body bag. Nevermind — we still have enough warm bodies for bingo!

Maybe this illusion is reality for the wealthy. But for everyone else it’s a struggle ranging from juggling between doctors appointments and holding down a job to looking forward to Meals on Wheels deliveries for at least one decent meal a day. Every old folks home — I mean aging community — I’ve visited was full of people wandering the halls and slumping in wheelchairs staring off into space. And those are the lucky ones. Nobody is active or vibrant — they’re just hoping someone from their family visits and they get their favorite pudding for dessert.

For seven years I’ve been trying to keep Grandma out of these places. She’s had hospital stays followed by rehab stints, but for the most part she’s been at home with her cat, her genealogy research and an endless supply of cookies and applesauce. I’ve kept her healthy, if not particularly happy, but I had no idea how hard it would be. And I know I’m not the only caregiver who reads obits looking for the age then does an unscientific calculation in their head about the odds of their loved one living that long. But I’d never say that out loud. Except I guess I just did.

Damn the self-censorship. This week I wrote a post about lifestyle clauses and how I thought anybody who lives together, such as caregivers and seniors, should write one up. I liked the idea and got some positive feedback, but that night I reread it and my friend’s warning ran through my head. “This sounds too mean,” I thought. I deleted the post and crossed my fingers that another friend I referred to my blog wouldn’t see it and think I was a horrible person. I mulled over how to be nicer next time.

The reality is there’s plenty of nicey-nice stuff about seniors on the Internet. But there’s a whole new generation of caregivers being thrown into their roles, and I have to believe some of them aren’t happy about it either. Maybe like me they’re just shooing their last little baby bird out of the nest and Bam! Here’s Grandma with her bad hearing, failing eyesight, incontinence, mild dementia and two — make that one — furry f$*king cat that has turned the basement into one big hairball. Will I take care of her to the bitter end? You bet. But I never promised to do it with a good attitude.

So I undeleted my post. And next blog, it’s back to regularly scheduled programming. If you laugh, great. If you can relate, take heart you’re not alone. And if you think I’m mean, go stay with an old person for a few weeks and take care of all their needs. You might just come back and subscribe. 🙂

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11 thoughts on “The perils of trying to please everyone

  1. I like it enough to want to read the rest. Are you Blogger, Interrupted?
    Also, write for yourself. I know I do. If anyone else likes my writing, then it’s a bonus. That’s my philosophy, anyway. But what the heck do I know, I’m pretty new to blogging. :O)

  2. Samantha, your grandmother is blessed to have you in her life. You deserve to have a place to be honest about the toll that takes. Many of us are staring down the barrel of aging parents and how to help them. In my own case, my parents refuse to plan, express their wishes or prepare for anything, which is going to be really-not-fun for all of us one day. So, tell it like it is. You may give me some ammo to try to reason with them in the process. 🙂

    • Thank you so much Andra. I sincerely hope you find something of use in what I write. My mom died suddenly a long time ago, and my grandfather stoically resisted modern medicine when he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure so the end came quickly. In short, I have no idea what I’m doing and it’s kind of scary watching someone you’ve known your whole life go downhill. So if nothing else maybe you can learn something from my mistakes.

  3. I can’t quit chuckling. I know that I’m not handling my temper with my Grandma very well but it’s nice to hear someone say that it can be rough and it’s okay or is just reality that you won’t always have a good attitude about it. I’m still raising my little one and am living in HER house (dispite everyone else who lives there-Papaw included). It’s just nice to her someone being real about this and about family in general. You do good!

    • Thank you Misty. It’s my experience that people who spout platitudes about society’s terrible attitude toward aging have no personal experience dealing with an old person. Nothing clears a room at my house faster than the prospect of dealing with the grouchy, stubborn, hard-of-hearing old woman in the basement. I’m glad you laughed, because I do try to see the humor in the situation regardless of how grim it gets. Hope you’ll keep reading 🙂

    • Thank you very much! I did some soul searching over this, and I decided there’s no point in writing more bland, boring stuff about taking care of an old person. Glad to know (some) people agree.

  4. Hi -:)!

    I just found your blog via BBW. I think you are doing wonderful job caring for your granny and doing it with true humanity. Because only true humanity includes generous dose of humor necessary to survive old age; a stage of life really not meant for faint-hearted. Self-censorship is nothing more but form of denial … who want’s that!
    Take Care,

    • Thank you for checking out my blog. What’s BBW? I’m not awake yet so maybe it’s something obvious but all I can think of is big, beautiful women. 🙂

      I appreciate hearing my readers’ opinions. So far nobody’s told me I’m being too honest, which I take as affirmation. I hope you’ll keep reading!

  5. BBW – Black Box Warning (La Clown -:))! Bit, beautiful women is well – beautiful!

    Affirmation it is and I will -:)!


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