My elderly parents started going down hill in my late 20s and 30s. Prime dating time and prime working time. I spent about 10 years dealing with parents falling, parents with dementia. I even lived close to where my parents lived to keep an eye on them. But about 5 years ago all of that ended.

During these troubles I really didn't ask for help. I might have told people about it but for the most part I found people unable to really give good advice. At that time I had friends and colleagues who really weren't in a position to help. Fine.

But it is finally all over and I can get on with my life. Or can I?

No no I can't. Because most of my friends now are dealing with this. And frankly it is bringing me down. I am tried of hearing their troubles. Tired of hearing them say things like, I can't handle it, tired of it disrupting my life and frankly, just tired of it. I feel like my 20s and 30s will be spent with my parents; my 30s and 40s listening to theirs and then I will be heading down the road for myself.