I feel like nobody cares – part 1

This confronting blog is part one of a two-part series.  Part two will be tomorrow at the same time.  This

This confronting blog is part one of a two-part series.  Part two will be tomorrow at the same time.  This blog is about raising awareness of a situation many are too afraid to talk about.  It may be distressing to some readers.

I am 63 and at the time in my life that I know for certain that nobody cares.

We were middle income with our own business and doing quite well, employing six people and a good turnover, living a comfortable life, contributing to society.

The Global Financial Crisis hit us extremely badly, so badly, in fact, we lost everything. Nobody cares.

As people listened to the news of the world, it was alright for multimillion dollar companies to fail, owing millions of dollars to their workers. People shake their heads

Nobody cares.

But when we failed, through no fault of our own, hurting no one but ourselves, the same people look down their noses at us showing that nobody cares.

Many people that we had as long-time friends, no long bothered about us; it seems they were too embarrassed by our plight, and far too embarrassed be seen with us.

Nobody cares.

What do you do when you are over 60, you have no money, and no one wants to employ you? What happens when you are alone, and you hear the call of the grave, whispering from the deep dark recesses of your mind?

Nobody cares.

A worried mind, which has contemplated this solution on previous occasions. Contemplated to a point where the planning was done.

Even contemplating the gathering after the funeral, seeing the family standing around and someone says, “What was he thinking when he decided to do that?”

In haste, I wrote this question down, on the top of a page, hoping to answer it with “nobody cares” and leave it for them to read.

Instead, I wrote thirty pages before I stood up, but the story had nothing to do with my demise.

It was a story set in the 1800s. A story that went from the tomb raiders of ancient people in South America to a Scottish descendant of Mary Queen of Scots and how he may have been responsible for the untimely death of the English King George the IV, who died in1830 at the young age of 67 under mysterious circumstances.

The story carried on so far to reach about 220 pages in a novel format. But I have no money to get the manuscripts to the publishers. Should I continue?

Nobody cares.

When we are at the point where we do not have enough money for food or the roof over our head, what do we do? Ask for help? Where?

Nobody cares.

What do I tell my wife of 38 years when in the black stillness of the night, she sobs at what is going to happen to us?

What happens when I can no longer stand the massive pain of seeing my wife day by day just going through life with a glazed look, nothing to look forward to, each day wondering what is to become of us. We are not living, merely surviving by breathing, and looking straight ahead with a blank look and sad eyes.

What do I say when I spend the days on the computer looking for work but getting no replies because I’m over 60, nobody cares.

Then finally on my headstone will the plaque read, “This man is here long before his time, because, nobody cares.”

Does anybody care? Is there anyone out there that feels the same way as our guest contributor? We would appreciate your thoughts and feelings on this as a genuine issue facing many people…not just over 60s. 

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  1. Glynis Saunders  

    I know it seems that way, but people do care, and sometimes surprising things happen out of the blue. I got out into the community and got involved in things, and things started to change for me, so don’t give up, just try something a little different.

  2. Pamela  

    It is not a good idea to allow your presumption that nobody cares to dictate how or whether you live your life.

    You may well have lost lots, but that is now water under the bridge. Consider what you do have and be positive and thankful about that.

    Have a look at your options; search on-line or free counseling at your local hospital or social worker at Centrelink.

    “If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of the world.
    If you have money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.
    If you woke up this morning with more health than illness you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week.
    If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation you are luckier than 500 million people alive and suffering.
    If you can read this message you are more fortunate than 3 billion people in the world who cannot read it at all.”

    Good blessings to you, sir!

  3. Robin Henry  

    It’s true that many of us are suffering from donation fatigue – it seems that there are thousands of organisations seeking funding and it becomes a bit fatiguing having to say no to those whom you can’t afford to fund-most of them. However, people do care.

    When a work colleague’s house burnt down a few years ago, my wife and I packed up some boxes of towels, sheets, pillows, toiletries, a gas heater, and a heap of other stuff we knew they would need to get re-organised. When I drove them around to the temporary accommodation at which they were staying, there were people dropping off food, clothing, money donations and many of those people were unknown to my colleague or anyone with whom he and his family associated. They were people from our community who cared enough to find something worthwhile donating and drive a few km to deliver it.

    People do that. They do care.

    When a friend’s 37 year old daughter was dying from cancer, we held quiz nights and other events to which people came in droves and donated their time and money. People cared about her and her husband and children who were soon to be left without their mother.

    There are many instances of this every week and I suggest that the best thing to do is ask people to help and they will.

  4. Gillian Simpson  

    Sitting at home and brooding does not help. You need to get out there and do something. I belong to a theatre group, you don’t have to go on stage, you can help in the kitchen, or backstage or building sets, depending on your ability. There are lots of things to volunteer for. I also take in rescue dogs, very rewarding. The novel you wrote, have you tried sending it in installment fashion to a magazine? Just a thought. I am 67 still working in Childcare, we are after volunteers all the time.

  5. Lyn  

    It is largely true that nobody cares! There are agencies with caring people, but it’s not personal – one is just another unfortunate statistic! Seeing friends is expensive, as in today’s culture no one has coffee or drinks at home any more – people prefer to meet down town. Joining groups and organizations carries fees, and when you meet lovely people, the meeting at a coffee shop, cafe or pub applies! Volunteering carries exactly the same rules of social engagement! Why has this happened? Why won’t people “entertain” at home any more?
    I sympathize with the person who fèls that nobody cares! If my husband and I both quietly died in the house, I wonder if anyone would care enough to notice??? What a shame that all the unfortunate people can’t get together and establish a caring community! That would work well!

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