
I Don't Want to Be the Caregiver
The text from your sister doesn't even end in a question mark: 'So you'll take Mom, right?' The discharge planner is waiting. Your spouse has gone quiet. And somewhere underneath the panic is a feeling you're not supposed to admit out loud - you do not want this. Not the daily lifting, not the lost career, not the decades of history this would reopen. And the moment you think it, the guilt arrives...
The text from your sister doesn't even end in a question mark: 'So you'll take Mom, right?' The discharge planner is waiting. Your spouse has gone quiet. And somewhere underneath the panic is a feeling you're not supposed to admit out loud - you do not want this. Not the daily lifting, not the lost career, not the decades of history this would reopen. And the moment you think it, the guilt arrives...
