I wonder what older people who don’t have children or grandchildren to assist them do?
My mum is in her 80s and I often wonder how she would manage if I wasn’t around.
She has a smartphone but can only use Facebook (for scrolling only, cannot post or message), WhatsApp, text and phone and even with those she’s not fully competent and cannot retain much of the many lessons I’ve given. A friend of hers who I’ve come to realise over the years has what would probably be classed as mild learning difficulties and is not fully literate gets on a lot better with her smartphone, as, in my mums words “she just dabs away at it”. As in, she has no fear of breaking it or getting into settings she doesn’t understand and just uses it a lot more.
She refuses to use online banking and goes to the bank at least once a week. Won’t and can’t pay bills online so goes to a shop with pay point. Can’t do online shopping for neither groceries or items/gifts so I have to do that for her.
She left the work place when she had me in 1984 (single mother) and prior to that had just been sent on a computer training course by her employer. It’s possible that she would be more internet literate if she hadn’t had me as she would have stayed in her job using computers rather than switching to cleaning and childminding which didn’t require computer usage.
My own experience as a 40 year old is of 1 computer in the classroom in the final year of primary school. I remember typing up Boyzone lyrics while the other children were being read to on the mat. It was a Macintosh and I wasn’t afraid of it.
Entering secondary school in 1995, I developed a terror of computers. We would go as a class to the computer room to do various things. The OS was something like Windows 3.1 and you had to us dos to boot up. I became terrified of computers (in the sense I felt I didn’t know what I was doing and was afraid I would do badly academically in having to use them) so much so it would give me stomach pains and the shits.
By 1996 I lobbied my mum for 2 years to get a computer to do my school work (much as I hated them). We were very poor but I got a Gateway in 1998 and still remember the terror of setting it up. I typed up coursework on it which I would hand write first. I lived in fear of something going wrong with it or me breaking it. We had no males whatsoever in our life who could have fixed it. My mother never touched it.
Into 6th form in 2000 I still hand wrote my essays for A Level History and English and then typed them up. Even a piece of English coursework that was meant to be 2k words but I went overboard and did 10k. I just found the mental flow better. I couldn’t compose as well when typing up directly. My mum refused to have the internet as she saw it as the work of the devil. I wouldn’t have achieved the grades I did if I’d been on MSN messenger every evening like my peers. I got a Nokia 3210 in 2001.
I got a laptop and finally got the internet at home when I was at university. This revolutionised my computer usage and I finally got to grips with it and started chipping away at the fear, probably because I was using it more. From then on I used computers in my jobs and it became second nature. Got a smartphone in 2009.
I’m self employed now and work by myself so use a computer daily but I am a little concerned about going back to an office based job in a few years as I haven’t used Teams, etc. Seeing my mum get left behind makes me very conscious that I want to keep up with technological developments.