I turned 51.
Fifty and beyond can be beyond measure.
I’m confident when I tell readers that life can get better as you get older.
It’s time to discard the old, the outgrown, the outdated.
Life demands that a person is open to what is possible for us at mid life.
I have a guy companion now. He appeared in real life like a soul mate. Not by checking off a list of traits on an Internet dating website to see if a guy matched every criteria.
Those guys’ photos on OKCupid look like mug shots.
The point is not that your soul mate has to be a wife or husband or other romantic partner.
I’m writing another book and in it I talk about a book at a library that talked about women’s sexual fluidity. I haven’t seen anywhere else on the Internet or in the mental health literature or in any other blog or in a blog featured on PsychCentral or elsewhere talk about sex and relationships in this kind of detail.
What’s often commiserated about is the idea that so-called normal people you take on a date think you’re “crazy” when you reveal you have a diagnosis. That’s so over.
Sex and relationships and talk about these things doesn’t have to be brought back to relating to the diagnosis if you don’t want it to.
What’s not talked about and should be is how income limits a person’s options more so than anything else.
Some women judge men by their ability to take them out for a 3-course steak dinner that costs at minimum $60 dollars. A friend had a woman chew him out because he didn’t take her to a high-end restaurant that cost at least $100. She thought the $60 he paid was too cheap. How offensive is that chica if you’re doing that–I think very.
Finding someone who’s compatible is not easy for a lot of us and it often has nothing to do with having a mental illness. If you’ve browsed OKCupid lately you’re aware there’s plenty of fish in the sea however most of them you wouldn’t want to swim near.
Becoming obsessed with finding a boyfriend or husband and settling for the wrong guy is a mistake.
At 50 and beyond we have the power–and women too have the power–to choose to focus on our heart’s desire.
Which for some of us might be walking down the alter and for others might be staying at home knitting a sweater.
I was supposed to write altar in that last sentence. Though alter can describe the kind of life some of us live.
I have seen no one else talk about this fluidity anywhere else. I have seen no one else talk about how income limits a person.
I have only seen in one other place a writer make the case for finding your true soul mate.
It was in the March 2016 Oprah magazine where a feature article talked about how a soul mate can be a friend or even a sweater or other article of clothing or a work wife or work husband as the expression goes.
It is time to talk about these things. It’s time to dispense with the usual discourse. It’s time to talk about having the courage to do your own thing–whatever your thing is–without fear of reprisal.
And if you don’t want to talk about illness except in a bare-bones way to the people you meet I say: go ahead–be discreet.
Judging other people is a crummy thing to do yet all too often it goes on and more so against people with mental illnesses. For reasons that are totally arbitrary.
Which is why I think each of us needs at least one soul mate who gets us on a divine level even if it’s not a physical level.