NC for this, and wasn’t sure where to post it – I’ve gone for Relationships.
DH and I are so compatible that we’ve spent years living in fairly isolated places, without any social life, because we’re just happy in each other’s company. There’s a big age gap, and I’m the older one. It’s never bothered him - he never wanted kids, and isn’t remotely fussed about how I look as I age.
I’ve inherited good genes - my family tend to live into their 90s - whereas he hasn’t, so there is no guarantee that I’ll conveniently die first.
Looking after DM as she approached death has worried me. It’s not just that she became so frail: her thinking grew rigid and slow. DF died with mild dementia. (All of this happened fairly recently, so I’m aware that my current mindset is probably coloured by it.)
Setting aside the general risk of dementia, I just don’t want DH to end up with someone who’s obsessed with routines and negative about everything. Over the past decade (I’m in my mid-60s), I can already feel my tolerance for the world diminishing. What if I gradually find it more and more difficult to welcome new experiences and adapt to change? Am I well on my way to becoming a miserable old fucker? Is that inevitable, or does it have more to do with living a narrow life?
Obviously no one ever knows what the future holds, but I’m curious to know whether older women notice their personality changing as the years advance. Within reason, if I do my best to remain active (physically and mentally), can I hope to stay recognisably me, if that makes sense?
DH doesn’t see the issue, but has not been so closely involved in elderly parent care. I’d really appreciate hearing from older Mumsnetters who still enjoy life and feel like themselves.