For those of u who have been really following my blog, u might know that I am an aging orphan, aging out alone.
That opening is really somber and casts a shadow on this particular writing already. Probably upon reading it, u decided it’s not something u want to read even. Because when u r depressed, or “Debbie Downer” on your communication, people eschew u like The Plague. No one wants to be brought down by others. We all have our own crap to deal w, as it is. I understand. So if u cannot stand more misery, go ahead, skip this blog entry. Go back to your own life and put it out of your mind. Find some pleasure in food, drink, movies, exercise, a walk in the sunshine, travel, anything really, even going out to the mall. They need your business, really badly.
I find myself particularly pensive and sad this April 18th, which is just 3 weeks prior to this year’s Mother’s Day in the USA, which is May 9th this year. My birthday is always near and occasionally on Mother’s Day. We move further in time from the event of my beloved Mother’s death, which was October 31st, 2014. My last birthday w her alive was my historic 50th, and I hold on to that memory, like it is a strong rope holding me from the cliff I am falling from. I did so love that birthday celebration!! We did a full event at a catering hall in Queens, NY, and had a respectable number of family and friends attend even. I even had my relationship w my only sister then, well my only blood sister. Since then, we have become estranged. And so, she is effectively gone from my life as well.
My reality is quite horrible daily. I feel trapped in it, even tho I struggle to maintain, go on, chat w people, go for walks, do errands, enjoy movies, food being a solace, and make plans to get out. But my loneliness is a risk factor 4 death and disability, even more than I currently have. It impacts on longevity too, and is an independent risk factor for the unexpected happening, like a medical event, where u really need someone near u in order to make it out alive. Have u ever seen someone choking on food, and cannot breathe? Being alone at home, this is death, so u need to be mindful of that. There is some email u get as to how to push against the table or some fixed object to do a self Heimlich Maneuver, but really u have only seconds to accomplish that before u lose consciousness.
This is the reality of aging alone, w a family history of neurological illness, that predisposes to dysphagia, which is a swallowing disorder, which makes it more likely u will in fact choke. I do not yet have any neurological disorder diagnosis. When I do, I will need a home health aide to be here at least the bulk of every day. I have a spare bedroom in case. My friends mostly all still work, because they need to. I do have 2 current girlfriends who receive Social Security Disability, as I do. So we r all retired as a result. We all have legitimate reasons for our designations.
And on top of all this, I have some amorphous plans to see my close girlfriends, and am hoping that they bite soon, as to when they will get together w me, in May, even if not on my actual birthday. I also hope to see some of my dear boyfriends, who r not “boyfriends,” as in not romantic, but instead male friends. I hope to hear from a dear cousin too, as we have a potential get together on a trip to Maine, but his silence makes me think it won’t happen. Oh well, I can and will go alone: that is my go to position on trips, even tho I am an extrovert, and appreciate having company. I have to lower my expectations in life now, as I am chronologically only entering age 57, but feel like an old lady of 20 yrs older. I do however fight! I may go to the NY Botanical Garden late this coming week, just because nature helps my mood. Even tho it implies a lot of walking in the park. I need good weather in order to accomplish it tho. Susceptibility to illness is also a concern.
And on top of all the life losses, the hardest one is knowing that I would have been a great mother! I put always other people’s concerns 1st, looking at situations from the other person’s angle, and act accordingly. I was once found a good candidate to adopt a special needs child, when my family was still alive, specifically looking for a kid in foster care, maybe advanced ages, to get out of that pickle. But no child that was appropriate ever materialized at the time we were accepted. And then, I entered into the fray again, post my mom’s passing, which was a watershed life moment 4 me. But then, being in active grieving, I was rejected at that time. And there were other issues, in that being so isolated, there was no friend I had who could be a substitute guardian in case I died, so that’s unfair to any prospective child, to be at risk too, to enter into foster care, in case I died. I wouldn’t do that to any child, especially one who had already been traumatized previously. So my search ended.
I would never be a mother in this life. My own mother and grandmothers of course were all dead. Frieda died when I was 13 and Esther when I was 31. I would have taken a path of better dealings w my theoretical child, because I do that in everything I do. I build on learning and therapy I have received. And so, I also remind myself that w the considerable caregiving I have done all my life, having a child too may have actually been too much. My brain says it is likely to have caused an emotional explosion, but my heart is heavy as we approach May again, neither a mom, nor even a birthday girl w an actual date of meeting my now de facto family, my close friends. At least I have that tho. I will keep surviving, because God is not done w me. I still have roles to fulfill.