>>7815765She had no mental control over her excretion and had to be put in adult diapers. But she was also prone to fits of hysteria where she got completely naked and screamed, sometimes smearing shit over her whole room. On the walls, hiding it in the closet and wiping it all over the bed. She couldnt go to the toilet alone, you had to holder her sagging skin over the toilet as she shat and pissed down her own leg on you.
Mom did most of the taking care and cleaning, I used to help out. It was degrading and disgusting.
Everyone hated it but we had no choice. Arguments were getting more frequent between my parents, and while mom stopped with the beatings because she feared that I would hit back, the verbal insults got worse.
This went on for years, each day was hell at home. I started to hate my grandma, even though I knew that nothing could be gained from anger, that neither hitting her or yelling at her could change a thing and that by doing so I was becoming just like my mom, I still felt the desperation and fear of having my parents torn apart due to this "monster".
Come winter of my senior year my mom started acting weird. Unusual lethargic behavior, distanced from reality and constant complaints about "back pain". Her legs started swelling up. They looked like the legs of some 500 pound mobility scooter landwhale, completely out of place on a woman who weighted 120 pounds and was 5.5ft tall. Due to natural disaster, the coof, and my moms stubborn attitude to visit a doctor, treatment started too late. She became almost immobile, suffering intense pain when moving and had a bag which drained excess liquid hanging from her lower back. That was around new year or so. Maybe later.
She became completely detached and unrecognizable, entering emotional tantrums where she would scream and then cry and then talk absolute nonsense. Dad and I managed to get grandma out of the house for a few months to fully take care of mom. Cont 3/5
