The Matriarch

I’ve been keeping things pretty close. It shouldn’t be any surprise:  it is what I do. My mom is not okay. Like she tells the same stories and doesn’t remember that she’s told them, not okay. My youngest will say something to her and her brain doesn’t process it correctly and she starts to lay into him. Tonight, we were watching a movie and we always turn the subtitles on for her (her hearing is going too). She looks at the TV while the people are talking and asks for the subtitles to be put on. When they already were. I’m trying to get her to show me things, so that I can take them over. Hasn’t happened. I’m trying to get her to stop frivolously spending money (which coming from me, says a LOT). I need her to take the youngest to get his permit, but she keeps suspecting him of things he isn’t doing. 

I’m going to try my hardest to talk her into getting her Social Security when she turns 62 next month. It won’t be the “full” amount, but hopefully she can get on Medicare. So she can maybe see a doctor. Because the road we are on now scares the shit out of me and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to watch my mom go down this path.