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I've developed some very precious connections while caregiving and spending time at the assisted living facility.

My sweet lady has really turned around.

It was strange for me to be the one to push optimism, the little storm cloud I tend to be, but it came from a real place of belief. Belief in her, in life going on, in the joy of laughter.

I find myself very smiley when there. I feel, dare I say, appreciated for who I am.

Because I genuinely care about these people. They're adorable and sweet. Bound by their limitations, they're gracious and thankful. There's no masks, nothing to prove.

Aging never really did frighten me. And my parents passed away so early. I watched them suffer while they were still young, I never got to see them get older.

So now to be around elderly people who appreciate life and each other is an actual blessing for me. To be in that building, in that little world of kindness rejuvenates me after living in a world where everyone's avoidant, walled up, picking on each other and don't care about each other.

It fills the void of knowing nobody cares about me because it's still safe to care about others when I'm there.

🖤

 
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