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@thisismarilynb Being a happy senior and not far from becoming an octogenarian hasn't prevented me from the experience of loneliness. Both my wife and I are disabled, though in different ways and only in the last 10 years or so. For me "Disabilities have to contend with social Expectations". I mean no matter how well I intellectualize these expectations, they get under my skin and move around like an infection telling me to be what I am not. Cough. Sweat. Sputter. Maybe I should this medication that will make me live happily, be appealing to others--of course, I have to check with my doctor first because the advertised medication has serious side effects which may lead to death, so don't take it if you are allergic to its ingredients (hmmm how would I know if I'm allergic or not). Here's what I can do: correspond with family and friends--wow, that makes me happy; play the piano--love Bach, Brahms, Rachmaninov, Chopin, Schumann and now I improvise a lot because my vision isn't great. Covid is making a serious impact on my wife and me. Just can't get out there like I used to. What is worse, though, is that I still expectations to go go go, do do do. There are days when I feel more like 87 than 78, which I am. But I feel good today.

You are not alone in feeling lonely. So glad you are seeing a therapist. Good for you. I love this Mayo Connect too. So great to connect and realize that solitude and loneliness are not the same, though they can get mixed in and mixed up. Best wishes to you, Ms Mb.

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Thanks for replying. Every reply feels like a connection to someone. You say you are 78. That seems young to me. I could do everything then and so could my husband. We really did have a wonderful life and had many cruises that took us all around the world. He was 89 when he died. In two months I will be 88. But here's the thing, except for my hip, I feel like I am still in my forties. My husband's death and my hip replacement came one right after another and really knocked me for a loop. I am hoping that with help from the therapist and nature healing my hip I will start to regain some semblance of life.