I decided to write this blog so I do not wallow in “poor me”
My Dad always said “Count your blessings”
Some of the “poor me stuff”:
I will soon have to give up my driver’s license
(which I have had since 1966)
in a town where there is no public transport and taxis are a “no show” for $10 fares.
Over a decade of pain and sleep deprivation is taking its toll
The worst of my chronic pain caused by surgical mistakes and damage (this was found in a CT scan and an examination)
Have difficulty with mobility and doing housework and gardening.
I am struggling to buy groceries and pay bills:
All my savings are gone:
I worked 46 years and paid 48% of my wages in tax in the 1990s (over $900)
Bought out two husbands:
I get an “Aged pension” but it isn’t enough to live on and I am still paying a small mortgage
One more whinge before I list the good stuff 😛
I have no self confidence and feel as if I have never been loved because of sixty four years of physical and mental abuse from my mother.
This is far more common than I initially thought:
Especially in women of my age group:
When we were growing up women had no rights nor status:
Couldn’t have a bank account without husband or father counter signing:
Couldn’t buy an house:
Couldn’t rent anywhere if separated from ones husband:
and there’s more!
A woman’s goal was to get a husband:
so other women were seen as a threat.
Now for the good stuff
I get an aged pension –
I live near the beach: the Murray Mouth and Coorong are not far away:
I have an old two bedroom house and lots of trees on my property.
Although I am no longer physically or financially well enough to have another pet
I have birds visiting;
Magpies: crows: ibis: wattle birds: galas: honey eaters and more
My children and grandchildren help and support me:
As do friends.
I have difficulty walking but I manage,
I have had an interesting life and i am now qjuite comfortable being a misfit.
Have a great day
I am going outside to hug the trees