{"id":3305,"date":"2005-12-02T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-12-02T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/care-givers.com\/articles\/setting-limits-to-caregiving\/"},"modified":"2021-06-23T00:49:59","modified_gmt":"2021-06-23T00:49:59","slug":"setting-limits-to-caregiving","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/care-givers.com\/articles\/setting-limits-to-caregiving\/","title":{"rendered":"Setting Limits to Caregiving"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"post-content\"><p>\u201cWhen you confront an ocean of need, bring a cup.\u201d Reverend Michael Moran &#8211; First Congregational Church, New Milford, CT<\/p>\n<p>When people confront an ocean of need, they feel anxiety. Some run for their lives; others jump in and drown. Both reactions are rooted in the inability to stay separate and set limits in a healthy way that balances generosity with self-preservation.<\/p>\n<p>After my mother had a series of small strokes and was increasingly unable to take care of herself, I felt overwhelmed by her neediness. She was going to a dozen different doctors who were not communicating with each other; she was losing weight and constantly complaining of nausea; she had stains on her clothes; she couldn\u2019t remember her keys or that she had just found them; she couldn\u2019t remember if she had sent her rent check or not; she couldn\u2019t remember if she had taken her medication or not; and she couldn\u2019t remember my husband\u2019s name or my birthday. She called me all the time\u2014to ask me the same questions over and over.<\/p>\n<p>My sister said it was my mother\u2019s anxiety; she often felt angry toward her. My sister is the oldest child and her anxiety about drowning in my mother\u2019s neediness made her feel so overwhelmed that she needed to withdraw from my mother. She could hardly bear to visit her. In addition, my brother rarely visited and never indicated when he was going to. I felt guilty and frightened. What could I do? I felt that my only alternatives were doing nothing at all or letting her take me over (i.e. live in my house; change my relationship with my husband and my children; interfere with my work, my friends, and my routines).<\/p>\n<p>I had to face a new phase in my own development. For a long time I dealt with my mother by trying to keep my distance. During high school and college I imagined whom I would go to for help if I got pregnant\u2014my mother was definitely out. When I was in college I had mononucleosis and I was in the university hospital. I did not tell my mother. As a young married woman, I never talked to her about anything personal that mattered to me. It was easier to report on facts of my children\u2019s lives (i.e. Jason has a cold or Matthew got an A on his English paper) or day-to-day activities and events in my life (i.e. I spoke to my cousin or I went to the dentist). My withdrawal from my mother was a result of my insecure attachment to her\u2014and that remained inside of me, sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously.<\/p>\n<p>Ever since I returned to New York from college in California at age twenty-one, I took a minimalist approach to seeing my mother. I saw her and spoke to her as little as possible. My sister enjoyed shopping with her, but I never did. I never felt good about myself in my mother\u2019s presence because I was always struggling with yearning for her to be what she could never be and being angry with her for being unable to be that. I guess what I wanted her to be was a mother with whom I could feel like a good daughter. But that was not possible.<\/p>\n<p>About two years ago I realized that my mother could not take care of herself. She forgot to make entries in her checkbook, although she had been a crackerjack bookkeeper when I was a girl. She could add a long list of numbers in her head and never lose track of the total. Now she couldn\u2019t figure out where to enter the amount of the check. Her clothes were dirty and she was steadily losing weight. I had been denying it. But I couldn\u2019t deny it any longer. I had to find some way of helping my mother cope with living while maintaining my own life\u2014bringing a cup to relieve some of her feeling of helplessness, but not drowning in her neediness.<\/p>\n<p>Setting limits is difficult for most people\u2014it\u2019s a common problem in many areas of our life, not just caregiving. It\u2019s hard to say \u201cno\u201d or \u201cenough\u201d without feeling guilty. It\u2019s difficult to tell a friend she can\u2019t borrow money or tell your son he can\u2019t have another toy he can\u2019t live without. I had a terrible time toilet training my older son. One of my friends used to console me by saying: \u201cDon\u2019t worry, by the time he gets married he\u2019ll be toilet trained.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The more you project your own neediness on to someone else and then identify with the person to whom you are saying \u201cno,\u201d the harder it is to do it without feeling bad about yourself. I would start off feeling like a separate adult and saying: \u201cOkay, now you\u2019re going to use the toilet.\u201d As soon as Matthew started yelling that he didn\u2019t want to use the toilet, I would start identifying with him. How can I force him to do what he doesn\u2019t want to do? I\u2019ll be acting like my mother. I\u2019ll wait until he wants to use the potty. Except he never got to that point. He was three years old and they wouldn\u2019t let him into nursery school in diapers so I went to a child psychologist for help. She said: \u201cYour son does not have a problem. You do; you are not like your mother. You can tell him he is going to wear underpants and throw out his diapers and he will be fine.\u201d I followed her advice and he never had an accident again. She made it clear to me that the problem was all mine. I was so afraid of being like my mother that I couldn\u2019t set limits and stick to them. I couldn\u2019t distinguish between being sadistic and helping my son master a developmental task that would make him feel better about himself.<\/p>\n<p>People who have difficulty saying \u201cno\u201d often get angry at people who ask them for anything. After all, asking them for something sets off their conflict. Thus, setting limits with needy elderly parents can be extremely difficult if we are needy ourselves\u2014which we usually are if we had needy parents. We vacillate back and forth between identifying with their neediness and feeling we have to save them; and feeling angry at them for needing so much from us and wanting to run away so that we do not drown.<\/p>\n<p>Adults with a secure attachment do not feel \u201cneedy\u201d\u2014or are able to work their way out of that feeling fairly quickly. They have needs, of course, but they are not \u201cneedy.\u201d The feeling of being needy is a feeling of desperation for someone else to save you and to provide sustenance. In addition, it easily gets projected on to other people so it\u2019s had to stay clearly separate.<\/p>\n<p>Caregivers who have an internal sense of secure attachment have secure boundaries and have less difficulty saying \u201cno\u201d or \u201cenough\u201d in a way that does not necessitate hitting the other person over the head with it or running away from a person who is needy. They can say: \u201cI wish I was able to do that for you, but unfortunately I\u2019m not.\u201d But that does not come naturally for many of us. We have to remind ourselves that when we confront an ocean of need, all we need to do is bring a cup.<\/p>\n<p>An excerpt from: &#8220;<b>Doing the Right Thing: Taking Care of Your Elderly Parents Even if They Didn\u2019t Take Care of You&#8221;<\/b>\u00a0by Roberta Satow (Jeremy Tarcher Publishers, March 2005).<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Setting limits is difficult for most people; it is a common problem in many areas of our life, not just caregiving. 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