I am 58, no close family and never have any contact with all the rest. Long time married. Some bumpy times, but we are best friends. We have been more like siblings for years. He has some family, but they are not close both emotionally and in distance.
I am happy in my own company but the last year or so I have started to panic about how alone we are. Nobody checked in on us during covid. our neighbour is not community minded, there was no banging saucepan lids for the NHS or any neighbourly checking in.The only conversations we had were with colleagues, superficial chats. DH actually had a breakdown during the winter lockdown. Being so alone didn't help. He missed his work colleagues, who he thought of as his mates, but lockdown broke that, and whilst they all exchange messages, they never meet up. If they arrange to, it gets cancelled, because the others have commitments like families and Bigger Lives. I know he looks forward to seeing them but he is now resigned that they are just superficial acquaintances now.
We just have each other. I have started to feel guilty that I have made him so alone, although it is just circumstances. i see his personality change, used to be up for a laugh, now quite grumpy and down. But that might just be age!
I worry about what we are going to do as we age. I know my husband does too. I keep thinking I hope I die before him, but then I worry about him and think, no, I hope he goes first. I think about this a lot now. What if we get ill. How would we cope? Who would care? Nobody is the answer which sounds self pitying but true. I do think one of us will die alone and not be discovered for months. Such a gruesome thought.
I have been mainly working from home but now going into the office more regularly. This makes me feel lonely, going into the office, more so than actually being at home. All the cliques have families and kids. If I am included in a chat I feel like a little wisp of a person floating around the edges. I thought I had a strong personality but I feel like as I have aged I am like a Polaroid photo, the colour is leaching away. I have one work friend who I can be open with, but it's mainly her telling me about her troubles, I don't get much time to air any of my worries. It is not a close friendship.
To make more connections you are told to be open and interested in others. I do that, in a non expectant way, just trying to be friendly. Rarely is it reciprocated. But then I probably couldn't reciprocate in the same way that they do. I don't have the same life with all the connections. I don't have big family Christmasses (God am I glad when Boxing Day comes, ta ta for another year.) I can't chat about school things or empty nests - it's all alien. I can't actually be myself.
We have a great life, we go on great holidays and have some fantastic experiences- but lately, as we have aged, I just feel anxious about the loneliness that is heading our way at some point soon. It is like a great big cloud. I try not to compare lives, and be grateful, and live in the moment, but it is hard. As others have said, being lonely and on the margins of life is a taboo. People don't like being with lonely people, they fear it is catching.
I know also you can have loads of family and friends but hate your life. Plus carehomes are full of people with families but infrequent visitors, so there are no guarantees in life. But it is a harsh world out there, you need people in your corner, but for a lot of people, there just isn't anybody. I am lucky I have my DH. But I do worry about what we are going to face. It has been consuming my thoughts a lot lately. We are running out of track.
Quite the essay. First time I have really thought about all the disparate things that bother me. Best wishes to all of you who have shared your stories. Very thought-provoking.