Liz Connor
Apr 14, 20237 min
Updated: Apr 17, 2023
As people who care for someone else, on a regular basis, there are things in life that only we know and understand. Caring for someone else is like being part of a club and there are always unexpected moments to keep us on our toes.
One minute our heart is full from connecting with the person we care for. Then the next, we're at our wits end from having the same conversation on repeat or a lack of Blue Badge parking at our local shopping centre.
We have the patience of a saint (mostly š), the organisational skills of Marie Kondo and the medical knowledge of a junior doctor. Truly, from prescriptions to poo cleanups, weāve dealt with it all.
So what does it really mean to be a carer? Weāve highlighted some of the unique, weird, wonderful and poignant things that only people who care for someone else can relate to.
From the good and the bad to the hilarious, weād love to know how many things on this list have struck a chord with you, and what else you would add! Share with us on social media @mobilisecare.
Move over Mo Farah. We could easily start training for a Marathon with the amount of steps we rack up running around the house after other people. Oh and letās not get started on the amount of calories we burn lugging shopping around and lifting people out of bed. Joe Wicks and Jane Fonda have nothing on our daily workout routines.
When weāre looking after someone else, our own health can take a backseat. Sure, we might be sneezing into our coffee, coughing up a lung and looking like an extra from The Walking Dead, but as far as our to-do list is concerned, thereās no time for a duvet day.
Ah, the good old days when the internet would send us ānormalā ads like tropical holidays and smartphones. Now weāre being targeted by the latest super-absorbency underwear technology and most of our browser history is medication names we canāt pronounce.
When weāre running ourselves ragged, providing round-the-clock care and somehow managing to keep it all together, a know-it-all relative will pipe up and tell us that weāre doing something wrong. Although they probably donāt mean any harm by their comments, itās often the last thing we want to hear.
Forget fancy restaurants and spa weekends away, replacing our old washing up sponges is our version of a good time.
āI actually got very excited by my new washing up sponges. The company had packaged them beautifully and somehow they felt like a treat! š«£ā
Seriously. We canāt remember the last time we woke up feeling rested. The kitchen coffee machine has become our best buddy and nobody in our household should utter a single word to us until weāve finished that glorious first cup.
Weāre back and forth to the hospital so much that we know the nurses on a first-name basis and the grisly sights of A&E no longer phase us.
After years of passive-aggressive emails to the manager, weāve mastered the art of presenting our complaint evidence like a high-powered lawyer in a true crime case. Especially while dealing with bad customer service, products that donāt work, and places that arenāt disability friendly.
The vicious cycle of never-ending laundry never seems to get any better. No matter how many loads we put on or pants we peg out, there are always dirty clothes hanging about at the bottom of the basket at the end of the day. Sigh.
Weāve got absolutely no coordination on the dancefloor, yet somehow weāre able to shimmy our way through a heavy set of double doors with a wheelchair in tow. And like the Terminator zoning in on its prey, weāre always on the lookout for pesky potholes and raised curbs that might obstruct our path.
At this point, we might as well be called āMary Poppinsā.
Raise your hand if youāve ditched the in-law's BBQ or a school fundraiser because you had no social energy left in the tank.
Ok so the Bristol Stool Form Scale or the our guide to bladder and bowel incontinence are not quite the thrilling beach read weād hoped to delve into on a sunny day, but at least weāll be prepared when sh*t hits the fan.
Speaking of toilet trips, weāve cleaned up so many accidents over the years that itās hard to find anything that fazes us these days. Poo? No problem. Wee? Doesnāt bother us. Even the Bushtucker Trials on Iām a Celebrity look like a breezy walk in the park to us.
Whether itās PIP and DLA payments, or AA or AFIP forms, people outside of our caring circle have absolutely no clue what weāre talking about most of the time. And thatās excluding our impressive pharmacy chat. We can correctly spell the names of conditions and medications that most people canāt even say.
All that online reading has turned us into Mensa-level geniuses (with a super high IQ level!) about specific health conditions, without us even realising it. We reckon we could win Mastermind with our in-depth medical knowledge.
"Iām getting pretty accurate with my scoring for clinical assessment of Parkinsonās. I accidentally joined in a discussion about whether my husband's turning on the spot was a ātwoā or a āthreeā. Luckily the team let me join in."
If we're lucky enough to have some time off, we can fill the space with anxiety, while we try and decide if we use the time to do absolutely everything we can't normally do. Or do absolutely nothing at allā¦
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We have to apologize to friends when texting āfeeding the catā becomes āfeeding the catheterā...
Sorry to anyone who gets stuck on a table with us at Sunday lunch. Weāve forgotten that itās not polite to talk about bowel movements in public, especially when people are eating.
āI talk about poo, to literally anyone and everyone. I think Iāve even stopped noticing that some people might actually be embarrassed or disgusted!ā
We canāt help but wonder what life would be like if things had been different. We might picture our mornings without a life-changing diagnosis, or before their condition got worse. Itās natural to feel this way, and knowing our feelings can help us to process them a little bit better. Feeling a little (or a lot) sad, is a thing too - itās our own kind of grief - a carerās grief.
Itās our biggest annoyance. We make a cup of tea and the washing machine or medical machinery starts beeping. Next thing we know, half an hour has gone by and that lovely cuppa is ice cold and no longer drinkable. Itās a simple fact of life that tea stays firmly unfinished in our house.
We never thought itād be something we looked forward to, but bathroom breaks are the one time we can sit down and (mostly) be left alone in peace. Bliss. Those of us also working, are also likely to consider our commute to be a bit of rest and relaxation!
āI used to hate my train journey to work. These days, itās 45 mins of bum on seat, no demands me timeā
As are mind dumps, planners, journals, charts, and trackers. Our friends compare our list-making skills to Monica Gellar from Friends, but without army-level organisation, everything would come toppling down like a house of cards.
If we'd like some inspiration on how to make our to-do lists work for us, take a look at our short blog.
Scoffing down a couple of handfuls of crisps while putting the dishwasher on is a new daily ritual.
Todayās fashion trends absolutely baffle us. Crop tops look incredibly chilly. Flared trousers could get caught in a wheelchair. And you canāt tolerate a jacket that doesnāt come with pockets for tissues. These days, we wear clothes that make our job easier and that means comfortable, wipe-clean and functional.
Weāre constantly on speakerphone listening to Take That and ABBA.
Nothing life-threatening of course, but a temporary ailment that might give us a little break from our caringā¦ without us feeling guilty about it.
And caring can be relentless too. If weāre not in the thick of dealing with someoneās immediate needs, weāre probably already thinking about what needs to be done next. Sometimes it all gets too much, and we feel like we canāt just keep going.
Because when we share a moment of genuine gratitude with the person we care for, it can be all the motivation we need to keep toughing it out and moving forward.
Have we missed something on our list? Make sure to share this blog post on Facebook, Instagram, or tag @mobilisecare on Twitter, and add your own carer āmomentā.
Feel free to also join us for a Mobilise Cuppa. These are free 45-min video calls where we can connect with around 12 other people who are also looking after a loved one. Itās an inclusive and friendly group, and a great place to laugh (or cry!) about the things only us people who care will understand.