Anonymous wrote:If you dig in a little further on the research:
In the U.S., there was a slightly larger gap between peak male unhappiness and that of their female counterparts. Happiness among American males reaches a minimum in their early 50s, whereas women experience peak unhappiness in their late 30s.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Wait until you hit your sixties: no kids left at home to bring life and purpose to your days.
Medical threats and limitations start kicking in. Sometimes I feel like my hobby is getting cancer screenings.
You had better buck up, because getting older has not, in my experience, meant getting better.
Really?
My parents had a great decade in their 60s. They looked 10 years younger (and moved that way too). They had grandchildren. They traveled extensively, went out all of the time with friends. My mom volunteered 1 day per week. My dad arranged the monthly lunch of all of the retiree friends/former work colleagues. They belonged to Gold’s gym. He had the most beautiful garden. They were just so happy
My dad was diagnosed with stage 2 cancer at 70. It came back as stage 4 at 75 and he passed away at 76.5.
My mom is still very healthy. It was hard after 52 years of marriage - but she keeps herself so busy. She has a huge support network. We are nearby. She still hosts dinner parties. 76 years old.
Anonymous wrote:Wait until you hit your sixties: no kids left at home to bring life and purpose to your days.
Medical threats and limitations start kicking in. Sometimes I feel like my hobby is getting cancer screenings.
You had better buck up, because getting older has not, in my experience, meant getting better.
Anonymous wrote:Ugh, you again?
Anonymous wrote:Wait until you hit your sixties: no kids left at home to bring life and purpose to your days.
Medical threats and limitations start kicking in. Sometimes I feel like my hobby is getting cancer screenings.
You had better buck up, because getting older has not, in my experience, meant getting better.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I just...don't believe this. Things are pretty a-ok over here. I mean, we have had our struggles to be sure, but DAMN, people.
You've never had a bad year where it was one stressful thing after another happening? If not, count your blessings.
Everyone has their struggles, no kidding. I don't believe that we're talking about that. We're talking about those years when everything just seems to hit the fan all at once. Trust me, you'll know it when it happens to you. Enjoy your current smooth sailing, though.
Oh, no. I totally have. Death, dementia, dismemberment (no shit), and single parenting all at the same damn time. It's made my current smooth-ish sailing very much appreciated, and I feel pretty darn bombproof as a result, I guess.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I just...don't believe this. Things are pretty a-ok over here. I mean, we have had our struggles to be sure, but DAMN, people.
You've never had a bad year where it was one stressful thing after another happening? If not, count your blessings.
Everyone has their struggles, no kidding. I don't believe that we're talking about that. We're talking about those years when everything just seems to hit the fan all at once. Trust me, you'll know it when it happens to you. Enjoy your current smooth sailing, though.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am loving spending time with my kids at 11 and 14. I am starting to hope that maybe we will get through the teenage years ok.
The aging/dying parent thing can be tough though, no doubt.
I don't mean to scare you and not everybody goes through this. Yes, the aging part was hard. What was harder was the personality changes and personality exaggerations. Low grade anxiety with dementia turned into extreme obsessiveness and agitation. A parent I was close to became a verbally abusive tyrant to me constantly trying to start drama. I was burning out helping only to find not only was what i did not appreciated, it was never enough. In the end for some of us we have a person who for the finally year was raging at us, who no longer knows who we are and at the very end is unable to use the bathroom or feed or even talk independently. When the end came I was relieved the person was resting in peace and there is this calm where slowly you realize the emergency calls, the drama, the heartache, the endless anxiety are all over. I am sure some people will be horrified, but if you have to watch a parent's personality change for the worst, lose all memories of loved ones and suffer, death is not the hard part, especially if it has been a 6 or 7 year decline.
Experiences with dementia can vary. I have had three different relatives die from forms of dementia, and we have had very different experiences from the above. My relatives mostly became very calm and sweet, not at all abusive. The physical care fro them was very difficult and time consuming, but that is to be expected.
In addition, I have heard similar stories about relatives who died before I was born. Maybe it is possible that personality traits can alter the effects of dementia or that there is a genetic aspect to how it manifests?
It is so difficult to see a loved one essentially gone before they have actually passed away, but not every dementia patient becomes aggressive and abusive.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I am loving spending time with my kids at 11 and 14. I am starting to hope that maybe we will get through the teenage years ok.
The aging/dying parent thing can be tough though, no doubt.
I don't mean to scare you and not everybody goes through this. Yes, the aging part was hard. What was harder was the personality changes and personality exaggerations. Low grade anxiety with dementia turned into extreme obsessiveness and agitation. A parent I was close to became a verbally abusive tyrant to me constantly trying to start drama. I was burning out helping only to find not only was what i did not appreciated, it was never enough. In the end for some of us we have a person who for the finally year was raging at us, who no longer knows who we are and at the very end is unable to use the bathroom or feed or even talk independently. When the end came I was relieved the person was resting in peace and there is this calm where slowly you realize the emergency calls, the drama, the heartache, the endless anxiety are all over. I am sure some people will be horrified, but if you have to watch a parent's personality change for the worst, lose all memories of loved ones and suffer, death is not the hard part, especially if it has been a 6 or 7 year decline.
Anonymous wrote:You guys are scaring the pants off of me. I'm 42 and the past few years have been so stressful between managing young kids, careers, constant illnesses, extended family woes, trying to find time for DH and I to take care of ourselves too...maybe it's just life? I hate to think about the most miserable years still being ahead of me.