Mom's Discharged . . . but No Diagnosis :(

Valerie is now at home.  I just got home. Briana and I needed a break from all the stress, so we stayed the night in a local hotel.  Unfortunately, they (either hospital or the doctors) have not come up with any diagnosis and she is still very bad.  She goes into these "episodes" where she has no idea what she does and other times she does things and remembers part of them, but not much of them at all.  Like, now, just when we got home, Briana was in the back yard and our mom opened the door.  All our mom did was yell "Niblet!" and then Briana told her that Niblet couldn't be out back because the dog door had been closed.  Her response was something like, "I know, but I just wanted to see if he was out back."  She is pretty hard to understand.  

They did a CT Scan and an EEG, but the neurologist saw nothing.  

She needs care, but the hospital discharged her on a Friday night and only gave us papers that said there were referrals for home health care and social services.  They didn't give us any numbers.

The moment we got her home, she fell when she got out of the car!  She said she needed to use the bathroom which was an improvement over the general situation.  When she fell, I told her to crawl up the stairs, into the house, and to the bathroom.  Briana was going in afterwards and our mom was on the floor writhing around like a fish.

My mom is much heavier than me and much taller than Briana.  Then, with my scoliosis and Briana's scoliosis and other problems resulting from her surgery to make it better, we can't take our mom falling on us like she does.  It's been happening every day.  

My back and my legs hurt so much right now and Briana's ankle hurts - and this is all from our mom falling and not helping to get herself up off the ground.

Yes, she has been declining rapidly.  There used to be a few times these weird "episodes" happened, but it wasn't much.  However, they've increased in frequency.  We need to get help to switch our rooms, too.  There's lots of heavy furniture that we can't move on our own.  The house is also a mess and this is mostly because of our mom, now.  She thinks she is "cleaning" when she throws things around.  Briana and I worked so hard to get rooms clean before, and our work is now seems like useless.  Sure, sometimes Briana made and makes it difficult, but she KNOWS that!  Her making it difficult does not help, but it helps that she understands what happens.  Our mom doesn't seem to understand it at all.

Z is for Zonk

Last night, I eventually and finally got to zonk out so I was not so overwhelmingly tired and stressed.  I got to sleep and relax and cuddle with Woofles.  He slept with me all night and he's been wanting to cuddle or be near me when I am home which is very cute.

Zonking was good for me with all of this stress.

I've been so stressed with my mother. She says that her health is not bad, but it has been getting worse and worse, and worse.

I know that talking about her urinary incontinence and fecal incontinence may not seem like giving her dignity, but she can't take care of herself with it.  Briana and I have had to clean up after her so much that it's become our burden and she doesn't care one bit.

A huge problem is that she'll have these accidents in public and then she'll just turn to us and say, "I had an accident."  We'll have to bring her home and then she'll go in the bathroom (after falling all over and making huge messes in places) and then make a mess in the bathroom and be uncooperative about letting anybody help her get clean.

Briana and I have tried and it never works.  She has a fit when we try to help her.  She insists that she is okay.  We've learned that she's not.

I'm concerned that some of this has to do with her switching to oxybutynin from the Detrol L.A.  She was having problems before that, too.  However, I think it has gotten worse since she did that.  She won't admit it, though.

I'm also concerned about the long term effects of the Paroxetine (Paxil) and the doctor just keep increasing the does at her insistence because she is getting depressed.

I'd honestly like to see how she is off of all these medications that she is taking.  If she's only depressed but she can actually function, I'd rather see her be depressed and functioning because then we'd at least know that the medications are the problem and it's not more serious than that.

However, I don't know if that's the case because of her orthostatic blood pressure and how many times she has hit her head.

People say that it takes a long time to get off of Paxil, too.

Anyway, I hope I can get more nights sleep like that because I really need sleep.  Zonking feels great.

I also thought of writing Z is for Zeus.  That's what the vet office was first calling Woofles before I adopted him.  However, he is definitely not a Zeus and is definitely a Woofles!

I need help switching my room with my mom's room.  It would be great to have help to do this while she is in the hospital so that she is not in the way of the work.  She's ALWAYS in the way of work being done in the house.  She doesn't help at all.

She won't admit it, but she is a hoarder.  She doens't throw out any of her trash!  Instead, she throws it on the ground.  She throws her dirty clothes on the ground.  She then wears the dirty clothes for days afterwards!

I need more nights of zonking.  I need to have times when I can just sleep and zonk out so peacefully.  However, I also need to work and write articles to make money.

Now that I'm at the end of the alphabet challenge, I need other blogging ideas to keep me writing!

No Real Diagnosis

All we know so far is that our mom has orthostatic blood pressure.  Sometimes I wonder what would happen if they took her off all the medicines that she takes.  She only has four, but none of them are for actually keeping her alive.  She might be depressed and weepy and have more urinary incontinence and be dizzy, but I wonder if that would stop the fecal incontinence and not even feeling that she's gone to the bathroom on herself.

She says she doesn't want to be a burden for us.  However, then she starts whining and making us feel guilty.  I wish somebody could just take me for a day and give me a break from everything.

Briana is trying to be good, but the thing is that she KNOWS she needs to work on the things that I have to do.  I've just had to drill it into her mind over the days, weeks, months, and years.

Here's more information:

My mom is currently at Christus St. Patrick Hospital. She is in room 4143. Briana and I cannot keep going up to the hospital every day and we cannot keep calling her all the time. I do need to work and I need to be able to take care of our dogs and the house.

If anybody that is in Lake Charles can visit her, that is definitely appreciated. Then, if anybody ANYWHERE can call her to talk to her (all she does is say the same things over and over to us), it would be appreciated as she "doesn't have friends" and she tries to make me (and Briana) feel guilty about that. 

Call St. Pat's at             337-436-2511       and then ask for room 4143. That's her phone to her room and you should be able to contact her. Yes, she is always that hard to understand.
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Then there's all this:

Also, prayers are appreciated! She would never tell the health professionals the truth. She still doesn't tell them the truth. We need to know what is behind this "passing out" or "fainting" or "seizures" and all the falls and the slurred speech and sometimes feeling like one whole side is paralyzed. Then, also, what is going on with her not being able to feel that she needs to go to the bathroom. She has no idea when she needs to go #1 or #2. The not knowing when she needs to go to the bathroom constantly happens in the house and she says it doesn't, but it does. She wears the off-brand depends and it started only for a few accidents and now she says she can't feel the urge to go at all. She can't even feel when she HAS gone to the bathroom in her pants.

She gets up and it is very disgusting and she trails it through the house wherever she walks. Then, she makes a huge mess in the bathroom (it looks like four or five monkeys have been throwing poop around in the place) and she claims that she tried to clean the bathroom, but she hasn't tried at all. Briana and I always end up cleaning the toilet and the walls and the floor and anything else that happens to be in the bathroom.
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She tries to make me feel guilty for having friends. She tries to make me feel guilty for wanting to find somebody to date. She tries to make me feel guilty for wanting to go back to school.

She has these health problems. She lies to the health professionals. She fights off the EMTs if we call them. Thankfully this last time she didn't do that. However, that was a rare case and we were so relieved that she didn't fight them. She complains about not having friends, but she is the only one to blame for that. Years ago, she stopped going out and stopped talking to people. Then, when she did know people, she stopped calling them!

She even met one gal and talked to her all evening while Briana and I brought a dog house for Toggle to our house in trips. She told the gal that she might call her again. She never called the gal. It's not like she didn't have a telephone. She had her cell phone at that time. She just never called.

Is There a Dcotor in the House, er Internet?

I was going to try to write article today, but that didn't happen.

My grandpa tends to come by most days and see how things are going.  For awhile, even when my mom was getting bad, they were okay.  I could handle what was happening and just make sure she didn't do much.

However, in the past year, things have not been good.  She has seemed to decline rapidly in the past two to three months.

She goes to the ER, to our GP, to a neurologist (a pretty bad one as we don't like him and cant understand him and his ratings are also the lowest of all neurologists in Lake Charles!)

The only thing that these doctors have been able to tell us is that she has depression, low blood pressure, Asperger's, and neurological degeneration.  She also often has a bladder infection or a UTI (or are they one in the same?).

Now, it is no doubt that her low blood pressure doesn't help her keep her balance.  However, years age when my Daddy was alive, she tended to drink.  She would get drunk and then she'd fall down.  So, her falling mostly started when she got drunk and it later turned into all the time even when she was sober.  I can remember her falling a few times when my Daddy was alive, but nothing like she does now.

She has problems that they will not address.  The one thing that was addressed is what my sister and I always tell her.  She needs to exercise to keep her leg muscles strong as if she does not, her muscles will atrophy.

She has these "seizures."  I don't know what to call them, but that's what they seem to be.  She is unresponsive to everything around her and she shakes.  These seem to happen when she is sitting.

She falls and she has hit her head many times when she has fallen.  Of course, we care about her and the doctors have looked and they don't find anything.

She goes into these "episodes," where she doesn't really know what she is doing.  She will often spend money on things that are not needed.  She'll go out to get food from somewhere. (We didn't know that's what was happening until later).   She'll do things (like unplugging the phone or trying to talk to her dog) that she won't remember.   I've said that it is kind of like Sybil, if you've ever read that book.  However, when she's in one of these "episodes," it's not like another personality that will remember what happened.  It's just gone from her memory.

Every now and then she'll remember a little bit of something she did during one of these "episodes," but it'll be just a bit of stuff, and then if you ask her about it more, she'll change the subject.  It may be related to the topic, or it may just go to her saying, "While I'm thinking of it . . ."

Briana and I can't take care of her like she needs.  She is taller than Briana. She is heavier than me.  She fights and argues.  If we try to help her, she falls on top of us.

However, she doesn't wash up properly.  That's one of the hardest challenges.  How can we get our mom to showers and wash herself properly?  I keep telling her to let Briana help, but she doesn't let Briana help.  She says that she is capable of taking care of herself.

However, today, when she was in the ER at very first, they put a catheter in to get a urine sample.  Before that, though they had to take down her pants and her off brand depends underwear.  Then, they had to clean her vagina because feces was all over it!  Briana and I had no idea that she had a huge accident.   She didn't tell us about this.  She didn't get up out of the bed.

It would be nice to find some hospice care or a nursing home facility for her.

The thing is, we can't afford it!  My mom gets SSI.  My sister gets SSI.  I work.  We pay our bills with the three incomes.   We've been lucky at times that I've had money to make it so my mom's bank account is not overdrawn.

A nursing home is about $5,000 per month. If my mom lives 50 more years, that over three million dollars!  I don't know of any jobs that would even pay that much (plus probably $2,000 for the bills at home) even if they would hire me.

Do any doctors have any idea what could be happening?  We keep getting sent back home without a diagnosis.  How can she be having these problems and not having them show up on a CT scan or MRI?

We need some type of  diagnosis and we need some help.

My Sister and my Mother Have Asperger's

This post was rejected for publication by Yahoo! Voices and I can't seem to get Bukisa to log me into their site, so I'll post this here because I do want people to read it.

I don't currently have any children. However, I grew up with my sister. When we were young, I didn't find anything all that different with her. However, by the time I got to middle school, I felt there was something different. She would yell at me for trying to help her with her homework after she had asked me for help. She would write my homework that I had started when it clearly needed to be in my own handwriting. Of course, this didn't make sense. She was old enough to know better. However, our parents didn't scold her for doing such a thing, which didn't make any sense.

As she got into high school, I could definitely tell that something was different. She stopped wanting to go to school. She would fake being sick. I knew she wasn't sick, but our parents would let her stay home. If it was a day that I did not have to go to school or if I was already back from college classes, she would be acting fine at home.

One year, our parents even made me come with them to her high school to talk about her missing classes so she could still graduate in 2002. I really wished they didn't do that and made her take the extra year of school and have her graduate in 2003 because she was learning nothing about consequences.

As much as I tried to tell them that I truly thought something was different with her and that she needed some type of testing, they ignored me. My friends and I went though different ideas. One of the ideas was that she was a chronic liar. Another was that she actually believed what she read in books. These were based on what was happening and instances from their own relatives and friends.

It wasn't until she tried to move to Minnesota to go to college and came back that she finally got tested and we found out what made her different. It started with a letter written to my parents and me by our paternal grandmother. A friend that she had made in Minnesota told our grandmother that all the things she did and how she acted, as well as some of her physical appearances pointed to Asperger's. She knew this because she had Asperger's.

I found an online test for people to take in order for them to see if they might have Asperger's. I don't know if the exact test still exists, but it was like the Asperger's Quotient Test at Wired. Everybody in our immediate family took it thinking of the answers that would fit my sister. This included herself, which she even needed some guidance to think about her own answers. Everybody, including herself, got the result that she had Asperger's.

We went to a local counseling agency called Family and Youth. They had an Asperger's program in place. They even had an official test, the Gilliam Asperger's Disorder Scale (GADS). After the results came back positive that she definitely had Asperger's, we went to work to get her officially diagnosed before she turned 23. I had learned that it was important to be diagnosed at age 22 or earlier to qualify for disability. She had other disabilities due to her scoliosis surgery, but some of them were also just from her body and the way Asperger's affected her.

I went to counseling sessions with her to learn how to deal with her. She constantly has to be reminded how to behave in public. However, at least, the more that she is reminded, the more she usually learns. There are behaviors that I have to tell her that she shouldn't be doing. I often have to tell her to take her hands out from between her legs. I have to tell her to not put her hands in her pants or her skirt.

It makes it difficult because she does not see a mess in front of her face. I do not know how she can't see it, but she can't. I can't work and clean up after her all the time. I don't understand how she can't understand that it is important that she cleans up after herself. She also does not have good personal hygiene. She says that it is because of sensitivities that she has due to the Asperger's. Sometimes this may be true, but other times it seems she is being too picky. It seems that she is often like a little child that doesn't want to come and take a bath and or wash hair.

I deal with what she needs every day.

When our mom realized that she wasn't cleaning and got closer to my sister with word games, addiction to computer games, and not doing what was needed, she also took the GADS. Her results were positive. She got diagnosed as having Asperger's. Then a neurologist also said she has a mental degeneration like Asperger's, but he is difficult to understand. I do not know why she has not tried to find somebody that is easier to understand. He also does not understand the concerns that we bring to him.

So, in addition to taking care of my sister, I also have to take care of my mother. It is difficult to work and take care of two people who can't seem to take care of themselves. Sometimes the only comfort I get is from my dog. Other times, I can get it from being with people at church or with my friends elsewhere, but it is a difficult thing to get away from my sister at times to be able to relax. She is often like a puppy dog, following me wherever I go.

However, it is important to get people diagnosed with Asperger's or autism if you think they have it. After age 22, it will not be counted towards having any type of disability unless they change the laws.

V is for Valerie

V is for Valerie?  Why is it for Valerie?  Valerie is my mom's first name.  I've written about some of the troubles that I'm having at home.  This is about what is happening with my mom.

First of all, she says she has always had low pressure.  I don't know if this was true when she was a little kid, but I know that she even had low blood pressure before Briana was born, and I think before I was born.  It's not exactly a completely new thing, so she isn't lying about that.

Friday and Saturday night were spent in the Emergency Room at Memorial Hospital.  Briana convinced her to go to get a thorough check-up and it is a good thing that she went.  It was found that she has a massive bladder infection which they said could easily contribute to her having a low blood pressure and being sick.

I keep trying to enforce the importance of being clean to her, but she doesn't tend to always clean herself like she need to clean herself. Then, even though I tell her, she has a fit and goes into her mode of yelling, "Bridget, I'm an adult!  I know what I'm doing!"

That, unfortunately, has become a common refrain in this household.

The problem is that most of the time, she doesn't know what she is doing.

Briana and I were looking and we found articles about how soccer players that repeatedly head soccer balls have brain injuries, but they are not detected by CT scans or MRIs because the brain heals enough so that no medical technology finds these brain injuries.  However, they do exist.

With how many times my mom has fallen, from being dizzy lately, and earlier, she would get drunk and fall, she'd hit her head, even though we'd try to teach her how to fall and not hit her head.  She wouldn't take the advice and lean to the back or to the side to hit her butt.  She wouldn't use her arms or her legs to fall on them as it is not as good as falling on your butt, but it's better to have a broken arm or a broken leg than to hit your head.

She goes into these "episodes," where she really doesn't know what she is doing.  She may remember a tiny bit, but she doesn't know overall what she is doing.

The most recent occurrence of this is when she went out to get food from Wok D'Lite.  First of all, she bought three dinners and three drinks.  One dinner is huge enough for all three of us.  So, all she needed to do was buy one dinner and three drinks.

However, I asked her how much it was and she told me it was around $40.  I got to see what she spent, and thankfully, it was just a bit under $20.

She tends to buy things when she is in these "episodes."  She goes out to buy food.  She knows she needs a driver's license. That stays with her, so I have her license and if it gets so bad in these episodes, we'll just have to tell her that she doesn't have one.

She's dangerous when she's "normal" as it is when it comes to driving. She doesn't tend to look at the road.  She looks at the steering wheel.  Awhile ago, she tilted the steering wheel down and told me she did this like it was going to help me.  I had to go fix it again because what she really did was make it impossible to see the speedometer.

She was in one the other day, too, when she yelled to me that she unplugged the house phone in the bedroom. I asked her why and she said it was because she wanted it to be quiet.  I asked her why she wanted that.  She insisted that the phone had been ringing all day.  It had rung once and that was hours earlier.  It hadn't rung since then that day.

She also doesn't know where to find the time when she's in the living room.  The time is always right on the cable box.

Quite awhile ago, but something Briana and I remember clearly, is how she tried to talk to Niblet (that's her chihuahua) about SSI. We know it was about some type of benefits.  Of course, when she talks, it usually doesn't make sense.  It made no sense, but she insisted that Niblet understood what she was saying and that we shouldn't be interrupting because he needed to understand what she was saying.

Niblet sat on the floor next to the chair where she was sitting and looking up at her, all confused.  He looked at me and at Briana, too.   The poor dog was so confused.

She's also called either Niblet or Woofles "Cinder."  Cinder was the dog that she had when we were young. She has not been around since I've been in 8th grade.

It's really sad to watch her go down like this because she is only 52 and I see plenty of people who are much older that are much more fit than she is.

I wish that we had the money so we could afford to put her in a nursing home, but those cost about $5,000 per month.  Then, we'd need to pay all the bills, so we'd probably need another $2,000 per month.  I don't know of jobs that pay $7,000 per month or have a salary of $154,000 per year.   Okay, maybe coaching some type of sport, but I don't play sports or know anything about coaching them!

It's no wonder those coaches have a good life and great lifestyles!  My Daddy was a chemistry professor and they didn't value him more than the coaches, no matter how much extra time he stayed at McNeese to help and to work and keep things done.

It was upsetting enough for him when they took the computer lab away so his students could no longer use them to do chemistry work, then they would stuff extra people in his classes, and it was getting worse and worse.  Sadly, he passed away, but I think he would have been under so much stress to know that they had cut the budget at McNeese for the Arts and Sciences.

So, yeah, Valerie, even if she says things are "fine," really isn't doing well.  It's difficult to explain.

If you've ever read Sybil, you've read about what they used to call Multiple Personality Disorder.  It is somewhat like this, but it's like this other "Valerie" isn't really there at all.  She'll snap back to reality and maybe remember parts of what she did (but sometimes she doesn't know what she did at all), and the "Valerie" that did exist is kind of like another personality, but you can't truly access it again.  It's not like when she goes into an episode that she'll remember what she did, either.

Perhaps you can link it to sleepwalking, but it's not that, either.  She's awake, just not in the right state of consciousness or something like that.

If we don't know how to explain it and the doctors don't know how to explain it, we can't really explain it to other people.  She's just not herself at all any longer.  She doesn't even understand the simplest of jokes and puzzles when she is in one of these "episodes."

It also seems that we never truly know how long one will last.  Sometimes she seems to be in one for weeks.  Other times, it seems to happen for just a few hours per night.

We won't even get into the Depends and the accidents and the constant falling.  Now you know a bit more about what is happening with my mom, Valerie.

T is for Termites

I didn't end up writing yesterday because my mom was at the hospital all afternoon and all night.  On Thursday night, I was in tears because she was so much to handle.  Anyway, T is for termites because on Thursday night I drove over to First Christian Church to see if anybody was there.

I would've gotten out at first, but I had Woofles with me.  This is because my mom insisted that she has prescriptions to pick up from Walgreens. She insisted somebody had called and said they were ready to be picked up from the store.

The phone had not rang and she had not talked to anybody.  I know that she didn't talk to anybody because her cell phone is broken as she fell on it and the screen broke.

So, back to the termites.  Stacy came out to talk to me and try to help me find some resources that might help. I was in the car and it was getting towards dusk.  The termites were starting to come out and being that I was parked near a wooden telephone pole where there was a light, they were attracted near the car.  Stacy was using her cell phone to help me, so they were also attracted to that light.

They would come and hit her skin and she'd feel them.  Poor Stacy even ended up swallowing one of the termites when it came near.

I've still got the list of resources.   Sadly, being that my mom is 52, she doesn't qualify for the ones I could reach.  She has to be 55 or 60 for most of them.

It drives me crazy that the three year age difference makes them not accept her when she needs some type of help.  She is considered disabled and she is on SSI.  She doesn't work.  She doesn't do her crafts like she says she'll do them.

In fact, only when she was in the hospital room (not even in the waiting room in ER or being checked out in triage) did she finally start to act like herself.  Of course, it was good that Briana and I could talk to her, but then, of course, the doctor and the nurses couldn't see how she acts a lot of the time.  Which, honestly, has been the majority of the time lately.

S is for Shit

I'm sorry for being so graphic, but yes, S is for shit.  I can't hide how terrible my mother is.  She wants us to keep everything secret, but I can't keep everything secret.  She thinks that it is perfectly okay to hide all of her health problems.  She thinks that is okay that she never does what the doctors ask her to do.  She thinks it is okay to hide that the minute she stands up, she falls and can't get back up for over an hour.

My sister knows that at times she is stressful.  It doesn't help in the times that she is causing a lot of stress, but it helps to have her know it and that she knows that she needs to be responsible.

My mother, however, only yells at me.  Yesterday, she yelled that she wasn't a baby or wasn't an infant.  Truthfully, she is a baby or an infant.

She always falls.  Every day, she falls.  She can't get up for an hour after she falls.  It takes her over an hour just to get to the bathroom from where she currently has her room.  (We REALLY need to get our rooms switched!).    Then, we need to get grab bars put on the walls so she can hold them when she's going from her new room to the bathroom.

However, what I need first is help to get our rooms clean.  I know people can't do things at the drop of a hat.  I know that they need to get things organized.  I'm not expecting people to do things immediately or know what to do immediately.

All I know is that this is really difficult.

Oh, and why is S for shit?  That's how my day started.  Yep, my mother gets up and she is icky and dirty.  At least she wears the store brand depends.  However, even that doesn't keep her clean!  She had shit ALL OVER THE PLACE.  I am not joking about this at all.

I couldn't even use the front bathroom (the bathroom) and had to use the back bathroom (the backthroom). It was so disgusting that I could not even breathe when I went near the door.  Briana was good today and cleaned, but I knew why she was feeling so bad.

While we did need some groceries, I said I would take her to a place to eat that wasn't too expensive.  Taco Bell worked fine for us.

However, yesterday, I had to take my mother do the doctor.  He told her to exercise by standing and sitting, standing and sitting, standing and sitting.  She hasn't done that at all.   She also insists that she's always okay, but she's not.  She has Asperger's and a neurological degeneration.  She spends money that she doesn't have and she expects me or Briana to always be able to bail her out of debt.  We can't do this because we are paying bills and household expenses!

I wish I could afford to put her in a nursing home, but I can't afford that!  It's $5,000 a month to be able to put somebody in a nursing home!  If she manages to live for 50 more years, that's THREE MILLION DOLLARS.

Is the bathroom covered in shit normal?  Yes, it is!  It may not be daily, but it's constant.  She doesn't cleaned up after herself.  She has the toilet covered in shit.  She has the floor covered in shit.  She has the walls covered in shit.  She has the sink full of shit.  It is literally EVERYWHERE.   Being that she has to come through my room to get to the bathroom, it's all over my room, too!

There are myriad advantages for her to be in the room I'm currently in right now.  However, there are also myriad advantages for me to be in the room where she is.  She wants to know if I have an ulterior motive to being in that room.  It is good for me, but the thing is, if she can't be in a nursing home, it is best for her to be in the room that is currently mine.

In that room, I also need to get a direct line to the Internet, get the electrical outlet grounded, and get another direct cable line.  Other than that, the house needs to be cleaned and then some heavy furniture needs to be moved.

R is for Responsibility

I am honestly tired of having to be responsible for everybody and everything in this house.  My mom and my sister act like just because they are giving money to household bills, that makes the responsible.  It doesn't.  After all, the way they get money is from SSI.  They don't work to earn it.  They sit on their butts and don't have to do a thing.

What do they do when it comes to trash?  The simple thing, you'd think, would be to throw it away in a garbage can.  Do they ever do this? No, they don't.  Instead, they leave it on the floor and throw it all over the place. It is on desks and tables and chairs and the couch.

They don't even put their dirty laundry in the bathroom.  I have used my own money to go buy them hampers and they don't use them!  I am really tired of finding their dirty laundry all over the floors of this house.

Then, when it comes to feminine sanitary items (maxi pads and depends), they also don't throw those away.  Those are disgusting and all over the floor.  I can't think of a day I haven't come across one and had to put it in trash.

My mom and sister are idiots when it comes to the drain blocker to block hair from going in the drain.  They complain that it takes too long to drain the sink or the tub.  They take the drain blocker out from the drain and then the hair is in the water and goes in the drain!  They then blame me for the hair in the drain!  It needs to stay in the drain and be removed after the water drains.  It then needs to be pulled straight up and the hair needs to be thrown away.

Why can't they ever be clean?  Why can't they clean up after themselves?

As a creative person,  I don't mind a little bit of clutter.  I like a house to look like somebody lives in it.  However, how they keep the house is WAY TOO DIRTY.  It is like living with two hoarders!  How can I possibly even open the doors to the entrances of the house?

My mom and I really need to switch rooms, too.  She needs to be MUCH CLOSER to the bathroom.  We also need our plumbing fixed because of the toilets.  It seems if the toilet from the front bathroom is flushed, it backs up to the back bathroom (which Briana decided should be called the "backthroom.")

I know part of it is the Asperger's that they have, but it's still very bad.

My mom also has some type of neurological degeneration and then she also has very low blood pressure.  When she's dizzy, she won't get up and walk, so her muscles have definitely atrophied.  She is so weak that she takes a half hour just to get to the bathroom from where is room is right now.

I also have to keep track of all three of our finances since they have no idea how to take care of money!

Here are some articles about Asperger's:
A Mind Like a ViewMaster: Understanding How People with Asperger's Think
Jenny McCarthy, Holly Robinson Peete, and My Experience with Asperger's
Interview with Derek Bartholomaus, Creater of Jenny McCarthy Body Count