Celebrating carers who always put others first is a dangerous message

Once again I’m seeing red at the headlines around the Carer of the Year Awards. Always putting others first is not a good long term strategy. I know women who’ve died young because they were too busy caring to get their health needs met, let alone anything else. If you’re a carer for life, as I am, you have to look after your physical, mental and emotional health in order to keep caring without burnout. But these constant media messages about selflessness put huge pressure on carers not to look for help, and relieve society of the guilt they feel about not offering it — with some exceptions, of course.

As I am totally overwhelmed right now, I am going to recycle another old article, that says a bit more on the same subject, with apologies to the organisers and to those who do enjoy these awards.

When you become a carer, everything changes. Not just your own life, but society’s expectations too. No matter what you were like before, you are immediately obliged to take on saintly qualities and become endlessly patient, loving, energetic, unselfish, undemanding and uncomplaining, with a beatific smile permanently plastered on your face. Don’t believe me? Look at the Carer of the Year Awards. Now obviously I have huge admiration for the winners, they manage the most challenging situations and care for the longest number of years. But what do these awards say to the rest of us?

Keep your head down, keep caring and if things get really tough, you might get a day out at an awards ceremony in 30 years time.

Don’t complain, don’t look for help, there’s many people who are much more deserving than you.

You made it through the day? Congratulations on “surviving”.

Having special children makes a family special (well actually it’s made me cross, fat, sick and tired).

You think your life is difficult? Well guess what, it’s going to get harder and you will still be expected to keep going.

“I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.” Except when you actually can’t.

Yep, these are the messages that we hear all the time. They may help carers to keep going, they may find them inspiring. I understand that, I really do. But sometimes they just make me feel like screaming…

In the words of the song, Is That All There Is?

Is getting through another day all that we have to look forward to? Well I think that carers deserve better than that. I want more, both for me and for the other carers that I know. Somewhere out there are carers whose lives do not resemble those of the award winners. I want to hear about them.

Where are the stories of carers who have made a conventional success of their lives? 
Who have careers, who set up businesses? 
Who live in nice homes, enjoy hobbies and nights out, have great respite?
Whose children are settled in quality residential care, and who don’t feel guilty about it and are not ashamed to say so as they know that they’ve made the best decision for their family.
Who go on holidays, for goodness sake? 

Yep, maybe they needed a lot of help to achieve these things. So let’s celebrate the people who helped them. The services that make a difference. Let’s tell the world that many carers need that help, very very badly. They are not bad people. Everyone has a breaking point. Congratulations if you haven’t reached yours yet. But do not judge those who have. It could be you tomorrow.



8 thoughts on “Celebrating carers who always put others first is a dangerous message

  1. I can so relate to this, as a carer for many years I’m sure that burning myself contributed to my current illness. Now I have to be cared for too! no rewards for me then, although I still have to deal with my disabled daughter as she is now old enough that Daddy isn’t able or isn’t wanted for help. 😦

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  2. Oh I so agree with everything you say.
    1. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a ‘Carer of the Year’ award.
    2. I definitely had a period of ill health which was contributed to by caring for my kids.
    3. I agree we should be celebrating those who fought the system so they could have a ‘normal’ life.

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  3. If I am honest I have never even thought about it before, i’m a kind of just get on with it regardless person, but actually you are talking complete sense, having seven children we have never had many offers of babysitters or anyone to help out, a case of you chose to have the children, but my husband and I did used to get an occasional night out together, but it all seemed to stop as soon as it became clear that T required extra help, in fact the actual time that I could have done with extra support (living on less than 3 hours sleep per night isn’t great) was the time when any offers of help got abandoned! I am just lucky that my husband is supportive, but it has definitely put much more of a strain on our relationship. On the plus side I am a much stronger person, the mama bear in me definitely roars a bit louder now when I need people to hear what is best for my son, unfortunately my weight and lack of patience with others have definitely increased!

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  4. This is such a real post. I have come back to it several times and read it again.

    I often feel like I am not good enough. I like going out occasionally. I need quiet times. I need time to be me. It has taken me 11 years to realise that I am important too, but, without me, my son’s world would fall apart.


  5. You words speak for so many people, so very true. I have lost count of the times people have called me a saint, how patient I am, how this, how that. In a way yes they are right but they don’t know that my language had become very choice albeit unspoken, how much I miss things such as being random about just popping out somewhere because I can’t do that anymore, that plans I have made with strategic precision fall through more than I can carry them out…I wouldn’t want anyone else to look after my parents, every word you have written is spot on xx


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