Does anyone feel old and useless with age?
Hi, I'm almost 64.. I'm feeling old and useless. My strength isn't good anymore. Like it used to be mainly side effects of meds. My health is poor with cvsd. Osteoporosis, poor circulation, hearing , eyesight, you name it's going. I always took care of myself. Now I've gotten older and everything's wrong, my grandkids don't a want me around and they are little still. No friends to talk with or do things with. Why is it we spend our lifetime taking care of family. Loving friends to end up , old and tired. Useless.
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@kforrest I would love to do thst, but chlorine does a number on my skin! Unfortunately where I live, there is no saltwater pool available.
@zoolook85 I have always suspected I have autism - or that I am at least along it’s spectrum! How did you go about getting an official diagnosis? I would like to do that!
I can relate to everything you have said!
I was seeing a psychologist and she gave me a preliminary test and then referred me to a place that gave me the evaluation. I feel that it was definitely worth the time, trouble and cost.
I had a friend who cleaned when she was stressed.
A good idea as you are getting 2 things accomplished!
Life does seem to go on, & on, & on......so you might
as well fill the time productively. Thank you mpl.
Must we be productive...? Or is this belief a product of our culture.?
As we get older we have to get used to "being in the shadows". We had our time. It's okay. Try to do one nice or good thing a day even if it is only listening to a friend on the phone or smiling at the mailperson.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
(From The Poems of Dylan Thomas.)
My husband and I joined the Senior Center in our town. Helps with what to do with yourself. We play games, have speakers, go shopping, sightseeing and have lunch together. Best thing we ever did
Just about every week, I give up trying on what I thought would bring me a few 'friends' (I am not going to the social for adults in my local libraries -- yes I try a few within reasonable distance, nor going to attend the Skeptics Club -- and every week I start some NEW possible places: I am starting a Book club about books we've already read, and seeing how I might help homeless youth with grade 10 to 12 Math.
Maybe it'll work or work only short time. But What else can I do? Isn't this what LIFE is, with No Certainties? Maybe there lies the 'answer.'
Oh, I am so sorry. I understand. I have to cry out “Jesus help me” and He does.I will pray for you.