Forget helicopter parents, I was a helicopter daughter 30



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When my dad was told he had dementia, we were beside ourselves. We didn’t know how to ask or what to say, but we knew we had to keep carrying on. Instead of moving him to a nursing home, my mum decided Dad would live at home with her – they’d been married 50 years.

Sadly, my mum died suddenly two months after Dad was told he had dementia. She died in her sleep aged 79, and it was at that point I decided I need to move in with Dad… he had no one else. As an only child it was now my responsibility, like many other people my age, to care for my parent, just like he had done for me. It makes you really think about the cycle of life and how dependent we will become on our own children.

Dad deteriorated much quicker than the doctors had thought. From his diagnosis in 2010, aged 81, weighing 98kg, to early 2012, he was a ghost of himself. Frail and skeletal, it was quite frightening to see him, once a boisterous, happy man, become this hollow skeleton walking slowly around the house.

He was like a big, six-foot child, and after a few months of doing it all myself, I needed help. We got a home care nurse to help out, but even with Stephanie there, I would stand in the doorway, always watching. I felt a sense of hovering, like a helicopter. I never slept as Dad would wake up in the middle of the night moaning. He’d wet the bed every night, it was just a matter of when. I was constantly standing at attention, waiting for him to ask to go to the bathroom, or to be take to the kitchen to his chair.

I have read stories of people who were conscious of the fact they had dementia, and would float in and out of themselves – that was never the case for Dad. Once he was diagnosed, he was too far gone. I never got my old Dad back, and I also lost myself. Hovering around like the modern day equivalent of a helicopter parent, I realised just how common my situation was.

The baby boomers have become the sandwich generation – some have adult children they’re still taking care of, as well as their elderly parents. It wasn’t planned for, and it takes away some of the best years of our lives. But another observation I had is that even if you do put your mother or father in care, you want to see them and make sure they’re OK – you hear so many horror stories. You want to be that person standing in that doorway, observing, waiting, watching.

Dad died in April 2012 from a stroke. It was sudden, and of course I was there to witness it – one of the most upsetting moments of my life. For a long time I wished my helicopter had been in another room but after all is said and done – I’m glad I was there for Dad, holding his hand in his final minutes.

I wonder how many others have been that hovering presence, and haven’t been able to shake it? Tell me about it in the comments.

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  1. People shouldn’t be afraid of putting there parents in care . From my experience they are really well cared for . As a parent I wouldn’t want my children to have to do what you did for me , if I’ve forgotten who they are I would think that must be heartbreaking for them

  2. i worked in age care for 30 years , the staff do there best to care for residents ,and family often cant handle seeing their parents in a home ,but its better than looking after someone who wouldnt want you to give up your life ,just visit often and make them feel valued part of the family

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    • Well said. My brother looks after my parents but I look at my father who before he became what he is now was a man who believed in getting up every day and doing something productive and being brought up as an old fashioned gentleman thought it his duty to protect and look after the women in his life. Not that as a teenager I appreciated that but found it very annoying he was always trying to tell me what to do and how to do it. As an adult I know he meant well and wanted the best for us. He I believe would be horrified if he saw how my brother is caring for him. My aunt was in the process of organising a move to a home when she fell and the hospital found somewhere for her to go. I visited as often as I could despite living interstate but will praise the care and kindness she received from the staff the time she was there. Other family members visited but found it uncomfortable to visit her in the home. Yes agree totally sometimes moving them into care is the best thing but keep them a part of the family, visit often. We will all be old one day and would hope our families would do the same for us.

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