I actually really relate, from such a different perspective but the feelings are the same

I been taking care of my grandfather with Muscular Dystrophy since 2011 and...it's reached a point where he goes thru daily hell just because of poop. Between the meds he has to take constricting him fighting the meds he has to take FOR THAT...he just doesn't really have the muscle strength down there anymore. Bad enough he has to use a bedpan every time, when it actually does something.

My uncle and dad have been alternating between eachother staying here helping lately because it's just too much (emotionally) for me to handle anymore

But for a decade now, I had him and he had me and nobody else really understood either of us better