As a carer, my role extends beyond just looking after my wife; I also need to consider the wellbeing of my young adult sons.
They’re employed but still not fully independent. The tough housing market doesn’t help, making it almost impossible for them to find a place to rent.
I’m juggling a full-time job, consulting for a business we own shares in, and undertaking side projects to ensure we can live comfortably. Despite these efforts, we’re not in a great spot financially—we manage, but it’s always just getting by week to week.
I try to find time for my own interests, like photography and motorcycling, but family always comes first. It’s tough receiving no support from either my side of the family or my wife’s. It’s painful that no one has even asked, “How are you?”
Honestly, I’m not okay. I’m struggling. Time for myself is scarce.
I often feel frustrated with my boys, who seem to only think of themselves, not recognizing the pressures on me.
The family’s stability rests solely on my shoulders. In addition to caring duties and managing our finances, I’m also the one looking after everyone’s mental health. I’ve funded counselling for the kids, but had to put my own mental health needs on hold because of the cost.
I never get a break. I can’t just take a day off; I need to be here to keep the family stable and moving forward.
I’m utterly exhausted.
