Lockit
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This is something I live. Not with a parent, but I'm the person that is entering this phase for lack of a better word. There was no stopping me, stubborn, independent, strong even with pain, I did a great deal more than most around me. Slowly but surely, for one reason or another, no pain control, mild strokes and being unable to work, things started taking a toll. I lived in a building that was twelve floors, with about nine apts on each, filled with the elderly or disabled. I was one of the young ones. There was so much pain in that building. So much depression which seemed harder on the men. We all understood where we were in life and that the young people in our lives had to get on with life, but many didn't get a visit or a call from anyone for many months, sometimes they didn't get any, ever. We watched over one another, would tell others when we saw signs of someone going down or needing help and we all did what we could. Most isolated. There was a process I noticed and I now see myself entering. You know you are on a downhill slide... you still think like that young person, still see yourself sprinting forward in life and yet, each day you have some reminder that that person is gone, your friends, family, spouse, career and now, the body or mind is leaving. You know its happening, you try to prepare. You leave notes to yourself, you try to keep things going and you don't tell people. You keep thinking you are just down a bit and you will get back up and kick butt. Time seems of little value as each day and long night blend into the next and soon a month has passed and you don't even remember it. You have nothing to really gauge life and time by. Pain is major and it puts you in a fog... you sleep less, you eat less and soon you don't feel like cooking and cleaning and you eat crap that is easy to afford or prepare. Your happiness is effected no matter how you look at things and you just may cry... then get mad at yourself for being weak. You forget one thing and think you forgot ten things. You start to doubt yourself. It doesn't matter how well you think of yourself, something is out of your control and you are afraid it is you and you may go into some denial in the process, you may laugh it off, you may be strong one day and weak the next. You don't want to be a bother or burdensome and you hold on to whatever keeps you from that nursing home or hospital. You will even fight off anyone that makes it seem they think you are getting close and we may even resent you, all while loving you very much. Many wish to slow down or stop but if they do, somebody, whether it is family, friend, doctor, social worker or neighbor... is out to get you and put you away. A place you see only as a place you go to end your life and you aren't ready for that. You would rather go your way... in your home, whether it is falling down upon you or not. What does it matter that something needs paint or weeds fill the garden? You can't care because you can't fix it. You can't ask for help because that puts a target on your back. You act like you don't care. You like your coffee or tea, sitting at your little table watching your program and you don't want some room in a facility when you become a room number and a body just waiting to die... with the funky group art work or stupid things to do. Hell, you might want to sit back and smoke a joint or sip some whiskey and you know that can't happen in a nursing home where they rule you, lock you in and control everything. No... we are not going to admit too much and we are afraid of you.. but mostly we are afraid of what this slowing down body means and what you will do to us. We may prepare some things and totally ignore others... it isn't easy because to sit and sort it all out and plan our demise and who gets what and what to do... means... we have accepted that which we don't want to accept, even if we accept it some days. We can't go on a drive to chill or find enjoyment. We can't walk like we used to and have to use those carts or canes and walkers. When you are there we will sprint so you don't see how bad it is and will pay for it later. In everything our joys diminish and we are less likely to have visitors or outings and soon... we just like sitting in our rooms... OUR own place and room. Even if we are sad there and no one visits or calls or when they do it is more a check in than a fun thing, which only reminds us again... we ain't no young thing doing our thing and reminding us we are that older person with less use, you have to look after, rather than something else we would rather be. I see so much sadness and I see myself headed down that downhill slide. I still kick up my heels, but you know... pain and lack is starting to kick my ass and that memory thing is bothersome and even if its funny that I forget a word or say it backwards, I know... it is only a matter of time before I am where they are. We don't want to sit and die... we want to sky dive... we want to dance and sing and do all we did or didn't do. Yet... there is no one there to do it with. I'm headed there... so are you. I may get there before you... but we all are going there. So don't think of us as someone that needs your care. Think of us as someone that needs your love, your companionship, the laughter and to be treated like the young people we are in our minds... even if we are losing our minds. lol We don't want to be baggage and the moment we think we are... we are shutting doors to you and for you to know just how bad it might really be. We don't want to be an obligation... we want you happy to see us and spend time with us or we just want you to let us be. We still feel vital... we just need someone else to let us know they think so too.
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