Normally I am a fairly independent person, and I enjoy the freedom to do what I want when I want. If we need something from the store, I’ll drive my car to the store of my choice and buy the item or items. When laundry piles up, I enjoy sorting, carrying the baskets-full downstairs to my dependable washer and drier. Most of the time I even remember to be thankful for them and the laundry they clean for us. When the sun shines and the weather is warm, I love to go outside and dig in the dirt, weeding, planting, pruning – everything my gardens need.
But with one misstep, all of those freedoms have been snatched from my life. Only for a time, I trust, but the loss is hard. I am struggling with my lack of freedom. Days drag from boring hour to boring hour and meld into nights of tossing and turning.
I am blessed to have a patient, loving husband who (so far) has not even grumbled about having to wait on me hand and foot. Besides all his normal work, he now has to cook and clean, fetch and assist. He brings me my food and water and even takes me for the occasional car ride. He says it’s like having a pet! The fact that he doesn’t want a pet bothers me somewhat…
But what about those who don’t have someone to lean on, ask of, depend on? How do those living alone manage when their independence is suddenly gone? If they cannot afford live-in help or call upon family to step up, what then? I can’t imagine how traumatic it would be.
Have you or someone you love experienced a sudden or gradual loss of independence? How did it affect you and those around you? What changes had to be made? What were the long-term outcomes? Has the experience changed relationships? I’d love to hear your stories!
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