I am mortified

[Mortifive]

Utterly and completely. And embarrassed.

At a petrol station earlier, returning to the car after paying for fuel, and I went flying. And when I say flying, I mean flying. I didn't stumble or trip, I flew.

And I couldn't have picked a more conspicuous spot to do it if I'd tried. It was a service station garage so a big and busy one.

Honestly, I am completely thrown beyond all proportion by this. It just made me feel old and stupid and pathetic :(.

Going to get all mumbo jumbo on you now and say this isn’t about the fall is it?
as soon as you went on to describe your feeling in the next posts I though ah yes there’s the real reason.
being older?frail how you have been feeling that recently. So this fall just brought all that up to the surface and was one more thing towards that.one more bloody sign.
but it wasn’t op. It literally could have happened to anyone.
and as you’ve read on here it has happened to us all.
my mum is chief faller. We literally move plates out her way,and she trips on air! Falls down invisible wholes.it’s funny and we love her for it.though i do think it gets to her soemtimes and she is known for it bless her.
you picked yourself up and was helped by someone who cared.and then your ds.I think that’s the thing to focus on.how lovey when you fall/ fell there are so many out there wanting to pick you up.you’ve had pages of them here!
it’s ok it really is.bloody mortifying but today is today and that is gone.
don’t equate anything into it or give yourself a hard time.

Same happened to me a few weeks ago! I can't even drive past the spot now without feeling mortified. In reality nobody else has probably given my incident a 2nd thought!

@kateandme this is absolutely spot on . If you're not a psychologist then you should be one!

My boys were lovely to me yesterday but they couldn't understand why it was such a big deal. Just lately, for many reasons I won't bore you with, I've really been feeling increasingly useless, old and past it. This incident yesterday really bloody emphasised it all. I'm usually the one who helps people, not the one needing help.

I feel much much better today though (won't mention the stiff knees!) and that's because of the kindness of all the posters on here, and of the laughter so many of your posts invoked.

I have known the thrill of self-propelled flight too, OP.

Only I dislocated both elbows and broke one in two places landing on to my outstretched arms.

I’d got my foot caught in the bottom of my palazzo wide-leg trousers whilst purposefully striding along. It must have looked hilarious to the onlookers. Thankfully the pain of my injuries helped me to forget the sheer embarrassment of it all!

Hope you’re recovering well.

@MarcelEtCeleste oh that sounds really painful, I'm so sorry. How on earth did you manage to get up? I think I'd have just stayed down and howled. I hope you've recovered fully now.

@Mortifive The adrenaline helped me get up and walk back to my car but when I tried to get my keys out of my bag, I realised my arms didn’t work and were hanging at odd angles… and then the pain hit!

Poor you, I can only imagine how painful that must've been. I hope you had people around you (generally I mean, not just that day) to help out.

It was one of those ones you tied (basically a length of fabric you knotted) and I felt it was extremely cool and hip. It was very hot and I'd untied it in the car to flap about a bit, then tied it back up again to go into the service station. Or thought I had.

Looking back I realise I'm the last person who should ever have owned that dress and this was all written in the stars. It chose exactly the wrong moment to deteriorate. My boyfriend whipped it up, held it up like a bedsheet and ordered me to walk behind it. I was wearing terrible baggy pants. The sight of my boyfriend's scandalised face as we shimmied across the car park will stay with me forever.

Basically I shouldn't leave the house and if you lived in my skin for a day you would realise this is not age related and really doesn't mean anything in the great scheme of things! Inanimate objects, whether on your person or lying in wait on the ground to trip you up, are the enemy of us all.

You need to work on your confidence. Falling over isn't embarrassing, and most people will just be concerned for you, especially if they are over the age of 15 with all their faculties.

Last time I fell over I slipped on some goo on the floor in a supermarket. I wasn't embarrassed. I was however cross, especially as it took me ages to find a member of staff who could arrange to get it cleaned up so no-one else slipped on it without passing the buck or looking nonplussed, and they didn't seem to know what to do at all (accident book, first aider, check I am okay, etc.).

If you tripped on something specific like a wonky paving slab, report it. People can break hips or heads if these things go unfixed.

😂Have you still got the dress? And the boyfriend?!

@LadyMarmaladeAtkins I definitely do need to work on my confidence but that's another story.

Look how many people you’ve helped on here op.
being old slows things,changes things.and in todays society we are forced and manipulated into seeing it as a failure or a degrading.but we’ve been lied to and often by those who just want to sell something.big companies giving us rules on how we should feel or look at particular points in life. Well fuck em.
because your here.still going.whatever it is you’ve been struggling with you have been struggling onwards .you’ve been getting through even if it feels really tough. So appreciate yourself.find your inner confidence. It is sooooo much mind over matter with these types of things.which surprisingly can feel harder.because there is no magic pills or serums or cures for feeling shite about ourselves.just really focus inwards give yourself loads of praise and compassion. And keep going.find your bits of joy.

Oh, bless you. I did it a few years ago - walking our two dogs round the block, poo bag in one hand, I somehow just spontaneously fell over sideways and sort of slid on my shoulder down someone's really steep drive, towing the dogs behind me. I came to a stop, holding the poo-bag aloft (at least I didn't land on it and burst it, I suppose), and looked up to find a little semicircle of small boys and their dad peering down at me, and a few steps behind them, a group of teenage girls all laughing. I picked myself up, marched the dogs straight home (with the teenage girls a few paces behind me) and had a massive cry even though I hadn't really hurt myself.

I hope you're not too sore today

I recently slipped and almost did the splits in front of a queue of people outside the Long Bar in Raffles, Singapore (We were coming out of said bar.) My DH, after checking that I was ok, was delighted that people would think we were rich enough to be able to afford to get falling-down drunk in there. 🫤