Not sure exactly where to put this because it’s a combo of age, menopause and neurodiversity!
Does this resonate with anyone?
I used to love travelling on my own - going on short trips to European cities to see a band, meeting friends there, running on adrenaline and impulse 🤣
I did it loads in my 40s but now in my late 50s I’m really really struggling.
I don’t go on holiday or travel often now, for money reasons, and I still work full time, commute, go out in the world etc.
But these days any kind of travel is so extremely stressful - I’m constantly losing things, bringing the wrong things, forgetting vital items, getting lost, missing my stop or getting on the wrong train in foreign cities despite careful prep 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ Even the packing is stressful, trying to decide what to bring and getting over the dread and inertia.
I then spend loads of time and money buying the essential things I forgot or getting back to where I should have been. More than once I have managed to go to the wrong hotel altogether 🤦🏻♀️
Not only that but so many things are now unbearable - noise, discomfort etc. On a recent trip I was sweating like mad from the moment I left the house - kept having to change clothes etc. Ended up buying more clothes 🤦🏻♀️
All of this is exhausting and drains the joy out of it - I got home feeling as though I need a personal assistant with me from now on, to make sure I have the right things, going the right way etc 🤣 A companion, they would have called it in the old days!
Does neurodiversity (ADHD, Dyspraxia diagnosed and probable ASD) just get worse and worse after menopause? I do take ADHD medication which must be helping but clearly not enough.
I don’t want that to be my life now - but what’s the alternative? I can’t afford an actual PA or to take taxis or travel first class everywhere, so it’s trains, cheap flights and metros/buses etc which is totally fine except that evidently I am a liability!
Does this resonate with anyone?
I miss those days where I seemed to be able to pack the right things in a tiny bag and always feel and look good - apart from the crippling social anxiety - and didn’t need a sack load of things just in case.
A couple of years ago I was sitting at an airport opposite a really nice woman of a similar age, also travelling alone, and we were both faffing about with our bags, looking for things, moving stuff around etc, caught each others’ eye and had a great sympathetic but funny chat about all the faffing 🤣 I like to think she was a mumsnetter!