I have been the primary caregiver for my mother since she had a hemorrhagic stroke in July of 2014 and 3 subsequent unrelated abdominal surgeries. It has been Hell ,to say the least. I have gotten very little and inconsistent help. I feel like the maid,cook, and unappreciated housewife . However, I'm her eldest daughter who feels like the only child, yet I have siblings.
This situation has taught me a lot about myself and others. When you're in need, family and friends may help you once or twice then you're on your own. I feel like I had the stroke too because I hardly get to leave the house. When I leave, it's not usually long enough and it's rarely for my personal pleasure. Unfortunately, I have not found any local support groups.