This is a very real issue for me, but NOT in any way a problem. Towards the end of my eighty third year, I feel able to maintain my attitudes, which include a readiness to change my opinions if the facts change around me. At my age, the changes due to wear and tear are obvious. The worst of these is not the aftermath of cancer, or the onset of arthritic problems, but the loss of speed in accessing memory, which results in not remembering the names of people I know perfectly well, among other irritations. However, one devises ways of working around these difficulties which work well enough.
It might come as a surprise to some readers that the most important and powerful influence in my life is, as it has been for many decades, the love of women, and in particular women with whom I share a high degreee of affection. Sexual intercourse opportunities may decrease in a linear way with time, but there has been no diminution of my libido, or in the strength of my desires. While this may seem a formula for frustration and even despair, I have hardly been touched by these disabilities. I exchange both words and actions of love every single day with the women of my choice, and it is largely due to these that I am able to maintain a high morale and the incentive and motivation to work to care for those dear to me who need my help, in whatever form.
Because of these, and of course of my own nature, which I have helped build in the way I want to be for most of my life, I am able to sing and even whistle favourite tunes every day (though it seems that nobody whistles nowadays, whereas in my childhood in the 1930s most people seemed to do so). I’m no singer, and was often told that as a child, but I sing because I’m cheerful and happy, even when things are going wrong. It’s a helluva lot better than whinging and moaning about one’s problems!
Now I’m not saying that I have a magic formula for ageing successfully. That depends on one’s genes as well as circumstances outside one’s control. But what I do works well for me, and it may give you, dear reader, some ideas about how to continue happily well past 60, an age which to me seems pretty young, now.
For me, the importance of love in my life, then and now, is paramount. It’s a great foundation for growing old disgracefully, if that’s what you fancy!