When People Stop Visiting…When I moved into my home people wanted to visit. I think they were fascinated by the novelty factor. I really appreciated seeing them, especially as my relapse began and continued.
But after a while people stop coming. They aren’t mean it’s just that other priorities take over and they assume you’re ok now. Meanwhile you’re sitting here in the same position!
My mum says this is something that has emerged in her bereavement group: that people are all over you like a rash in the beginning but then they just stop visiting.
I’m not meaning to moan – I have been shown kindness by a lot of people. I’m sure I’ve done the same to others. “Let he who is without sin…” etc.
I’ve connected with a local Life Group (very local) but can’t get to it for a couple of weeks due to previous commitments. I’m hoping that will help ‘cos despite knowing a fair few people here I can’t expect them to be on call.
Sometimes having only yourself to think about is more a of a curse than a blessing. Even offered to take my 83 neighbour to the nursing home where here hubby is today but she was already sorted!
Offered to help young friends out with childcare on their moving day, but they don’t need me. I’ve joined a voluntary group – but nothing’s happening yet, I’ve work promised – but for the future, have a business idea – but it is still in development. Even Life Group was cancelled tonight.
At least I got out of town today for a while! Hallelujah!
I’m still feeling very unsettled in my new home. I think it’s because this is the first home I have ever owned by myself, even though I am over 50.
First came my parents houses, then university halls and student houses, and then renting with my now ex-husband. We went on to buy a couple of houses. There’s always somebody by my side.
Now I should be viewing my move with a spirit of independence but I think I’m just scared! I would also really enjoy having someone to share the renovations with. I used to love planning our houses with my ex.
A friend of mine said it took him three years to settle into his home. Everything went wrong for him until he started going to meditation classes then everything fell into place for him and he stopped running away. He’s now a practising Buddhist.
I have decided to stay here until 2018. If I still feel unsettled I will think about moving then.