What poor therapist would want to get stuck with an 81 year old woman with degenerative arthritis, in slight cognitive decline trailing a Ph.D. in clinical psychology behind her? (That’s my inner response to my suggestion I see a therapist). As messed up as I am, I wouldn’t want to do that to anybody.
I’m lonely but don’t like to be around people, one child has disowned me, another avoids me, and I am responsible for bringing to life a Down Syndrome child. I have sold two houses impulsively–losing considerable money–am avoiding 5 women who are desperately lonely and I can’t crank myself up to make a contribution to my fellow man/woman. Not quite agoraphobic, I inch away on my walker, also avoiding my dirty dishes. On top of that, my heart has turned to stone. This is my truth; please don’t argue with me.