Millennial caregivers: alzheimer's care from a distance

_In 2011, Kristin Davie, 31, a publicist, moved to her family home in Colonia, N.J., to take care of her mother Diane, now 67, who has early-onset Alzheimer’s disease. Before that, her

brother Scott, who’s five years older, had been staying with their parents. _ THE SURPRISING UPSIDE “I wouldn’t wish this disease on my worst enemy but if there has to be a silver lining to

it, it’s that this disease helped instill responsibility and compassion in me and made me grow up more quickly. And it gave me appreciation, particularly for my parents, for how much they

did for me and how precious the relationship is.”  — Kristin Davie After graduating from college in 2009, I was living and working in New York City. My parents were living in New Jersey and

as my mother’s Alzheimer’s started to progress, it became clear that they needed help because we’d had to take the keys away from her. My brother Scott, who’s five years older, had been

staying with our parents from 2009 to 2011 but once he started a new job and moved in with his girlfriend, he needed to take a step back. So in the summer of 2011, I moved home to care for

my mom, even though this meant an 80-minute commute door-to-door to and from work, twice a day. I’d go food shopping, take her to doctors’ appointments, run whatever errands needed to be

done and cook dinner. My father was always the primary caregiver; he was waking up with a different version of his wife every day — he is heartbroken. It was more like I was her buddy

driving her from place to place. I took over watching my mother on Wednesdays so my father could work. I would get up, have breakfast with her, bathe her and help her get dressed, blow-dry

her hair and have her sit with me while I was doing work from home. As things progressed, I couldn’t bring her with me to go shopping; it was more efficient for me to leave my mother with my

father and run the errands on my own. AARP CARE GUIDE: HELP FOR LONG-DISTANCE CAREGIVERS In 2013, I moved to Hoboken, N.J., to be closer to work and cut down on my commute. I moved out for

my own sanity, and I struggled with the guilt. But I knew I needed to be in a different place to start my life and career. I used to get panic attacks and severe migraines from the stress.

My father gave me his blessing and we hired a home health aide. But the guilt is still in the back of my mind, especially because her disease took a turn for the worse. I continued to go to 

home once or twice a week to help my mother, handle doctors’ appointments and make sure she had what she needed — all while trying to stay on top of my work, date and have a life of my own.

My brother and I took care of coordinating with eldercare lawyers, handling the finances, addressing her health-care needs and buying supplies for her. It still got to be too much for all of

us.