Dear Dr. Neimeyer,
I lost my husband one year ago. My biggest problem is our children live so far away and only visit once a year. I feel so isolated because they are so busy with their lives and I am not included. One daughter will call weekly and the other daughter very rarely calls to check on me. I was a caregiver for my mother for 6 years, and 2 weeks after her passing my husband became ill and I cared for him for 6 years. So I became isolated from my friends and groups I belonged to, to lovingly care for my husband for he could not be left alone for very long. I am finding it very hard to stop crying and to reconnect with the friends from 6 years ago, for they have moved on without me. I do stay busy with projects by crocheting, and I donate to the homeless and nursing homes. But this is done alone and I am not sure I want to reconnect with the friends of the past. I feel safe just staying home alone. Is this normal?
Bethany
Dear Bethany,
It sounds like you made many sacrifices for those you loved, substantially setting aside your own friendships to provide care for your mother and then husband for a dozen years. And now, in the wake of their passing, you feel the price of that sacrifice in the loneliness that characterizes your daily life. Adult children who are busy launching or maintaining families and careers, especially when they are at geographic distance, often can’t fill the void, and perhaps they, like your friends, became accustomed to your absorption in caregiving and reorganized their lives along more independent lines. Thus your friends and family, like you, seem to have learned to adapt to greater distance, and it seems like a hard pattern to unlearn, despite its cost.
As you mention your altruistic activities on behalf of the needy, it seems that you have found several creative ways of continuing your caregiving, but have redirected it to the homeless and elderly, in this way preserving a strand of consistency with a major source of meaning over the past 12 years. But as you imply, crocheting and donation do not necessarily offer human contact as a compensation. As you further suggest, there might even be a part of you that has come to prefer the distance, despite the loneliness, as reflected in your comments that you are not sure you want to reconnect with old friends, and that you feel “safe” at home alone.
So, what is to be done? At a practical level, of course, there are steps you could take toward a world that again includes deeper forms of companionship: participation in a support group for widows, “meet ups” with people who share your interests that can be found in every community on the internet, crocheting circles, volunteering time, as well as material donations, to needy groups. But a first step is to have a heart-to-heart conversation with the part of yourself that resists taking these steps, the part that feels “safer” not doing so. What does isolation keep you safe from? What is the protective function of distance? Might it minimize the risk of something even worse than loneliness, such as allowing yourself to care again deeply for others, only to risk losing them as well? If so, are there other ways of confronting this fear, without retreating into house arrest now and in the future? Compassionately inquiring into the meaning of your reluctance might yield the candid answers that could let you understand your fear and find helpful and hopeful ways to assuage it as you reconstruct a life shared with others.
–Dr. Neimeyer
It’s now been almost 10 years since I lost my husband; I too stay home alone almost all the time. I work from home and have regular phone, Zoom, and email contact with colleagues but never go in to the office in person. I too never wanted to resume contact with some of our joint friends—I was afraid of being overwhelmed by public grief—and many of my own friends moved away during Covid. I think I can count on the fingers of one hand the people whom I occasionally see in person. A couple of my colleagues have become close personal friends in whom I confide feelings and life history but they live in different states and I never see them. Our correspondence is important to me. It has been (and is) a tough road, and I’m sad much of the time. Thinking and talking about what makes a meaningful life have kept me going, and I try to practice kindness to others as I live it (whereas I used to be impatient and almost on the spectrum in terms of self-absorption). I wanted to reach out because we share some feelings, your correspondent and I; though uncomplicated happiness may be in the past, knowing that you are in a troubled world alongside many like yourself can bring emotions of care and empathy. Very very few people lead charmed lives; many many others live in life-threatening conditions of pain and hopelessness. It’s a kind of reality check and reminder to practice lovingkindness to those whom one encounters.
I lost my son March 12,2024 from liver failure. We had lost his wife prior on August8,2023 from a fatality.
I am now raising my 11 year old grandson.
Sometimes life throws some very hard curve balls at us for sure.
I know my sonsxwith his wife now and neither of them are in pain or suffering anymore.