How old do people think I am? I think because I work in a nursing home I worry way to much about how old I look because I do not want to grow old. It scares me because I know what happens to the elderly. How old do you think I am? If you already know please don't guess because that will make me feel bad.
you look young, and dont be scared to grow old anymore...it is inevitable, old gracefully, you are beautiful woman too,
the problem of elderly is very complex, they need more attention, they want to be reassured that they are still on it...they become insecure at times, we as children need to love our parents when they grow old, I am not saying something here but in the Philippines, we dont have as much home for the elderly, when our parents gets old, we get them, one way of showing our love to them for what they did when we were young,
I am not scared to grow old, because everyday for me I live it as I never live it before, and my children will be with me, my family too,
Based on most of the people I know (with the exception of a couple who turned themselves old looking by baking in the sun too much when they're young), most people don't even show any signs of aging at all until they at least pass 50. (A few in their forties have some signs, but that's not most.) Only 50% of people have hair that starts to gray before 50 (that one I ran into in research recently). So generally, everyone stays young looking until at least well into their forties and doesn't have to worry about aging.
Here's some "crusty old wisdom" I learned at 20 years old. I used to always be looking in the mirror, examining the space between my mouth and the end of my nose, because, in my opinion, there was too much space because I have a short nose. Although I certainly didn't consider plastic surgery, the idea would always come to me that it might be good to have some little thing to make that space "better". Well, I was in a car accident and my face was so cut up nobody could recognize me. I didn't know if my face would ever "come back", and suddenly I realized how foolish I'd been to worry about the stupid space between my nose and mouth. . I vowed that if my face ever came back I'd never again be looking for whatever I thought was wrong with it. My face came back, and I settled into a life of having my worries in perspective. One added thought is that that accident took the like of my 20 year old friend, who never got to experience seeing a few well earned fine lines or gray hairs; so even though I'm still decades away from "nursing home age", I'm guessing I'll still be pretty damned happy to have gray hair and wrinkles and to know how fortunate I am to have not been "frozen in youth" the way my girlfriend was. Although some of those elderly people may now struggle with physical problems that can come with age, a lot of them may be far more whole on the inside than their exterior would lead anyone to believe. You're young now, and if you stress over getting old 40 or 50 years before you need to you'll bring on the worry lines in a year a half! Hope this helps.
If in my old age I am able to A. Get to a toilet in good time, B. maintain a relatively good mobility, and C. have my mental functions continue to be able to serve me well enough Then I look forward to getting older. I would love to be a spry little ol granny who can bake a delicious cookie for any and all kids who visit, and considering the state of pension plans n such if I could hold down a part time job somewhere to make up for a low pension I shall be happy. Maybe have a grand kid or two to spoil, sounds pretty sweet to me
All of us worry about something or the other. As I was thinking about this I discovered that I worry way too much about my little ones health, now that I am aware I am working on this. Would you like to share yours?
Should I be mad/upset??I don't want to complain or anything but I was wondering if this was something I should be unhappy about. Do tell.I'm on a very fixed income and I come over to help my parents free w/ eldercare...
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