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  1. Hi. I’ve realized over the decades, little by little, that I’m not one of Mr. Roger’s “helpers”. I feel pretty sad about that. I realize friends do not ask me for help. I’m working on having my first knee-jerk response to a situation be: “How can I help?” That’ll take some time. I realize it’s been all-about-me pretty much of my 77 years. That’s not a good feeling either. Neither am I skilled/comfortable w showing vulnerability. I’m working on these things in therapy and appreciate your 8 points for nurturing my friendships. Tx

    1. Paula, If you have old friends, you must also be a giver. You might have a reason to think that you are not, and I am sure you are right in thinking so. Yet, I assure you, not entirely right you are. Give yourself credit. 77 years with friends who were there when you needed. Surely, they also received something. Whatever makes you think this way, that is not your fault. Sometimes it happens. Accepting it is a big challenge and a new start.
      Best wishes,
      Handan.

  2. Great post! I learned a lot about friendship during the Pandemic. Ironically though we couldn’t get together is was actually a time when I renewed old friendships and grew closer to people via zoom. Taking the initiative to regularly visit helped my friends and I get thru it with good mental health and support eachother when it wasn’t so good. I do want to work on being a better friend in the active helping department. I tend to tire myself out and not want to go out to do stuff even though I want to help. I’m trying to have a more generous spirit that actually follows through on my good intentions. One thing that has helped is a card app where I can create a sweet animated card and send it to friends whenever I think of them 🙂

  3. When I was young, I had ‘lots of girlfriends’- That was a lifetime ago since I have been retired for several years. Everyone grew up, moved away, and had their own families. It’s just life. Once I had been married and grew older, I found less and less of ‘real people’ friendships. People move on, move away, while many have passed. I am quite content with my husband and our pets. I found with several ‘virtual’ relationships—I am cautious to not become buddies, as I find one can have a need for closeness, while I do not. That is not that I am unfriendly but have had to ‘back out’ of relationships that I initially thought would be meaningful. It is anything but comfortable, and though I never want to be rude, I know I cannot be all things to all people, just because one may need more from me that I have to give. As ‘ghosting’ someone is not the way to go, I will try not to hurt their feelings, but not always be there every time they write me. (Hope this makes sense).

  4. I have a rich body of “in real life” friends, which I’m grateful for. We work intently on ensuring our relationships are satisfying to each other. Communication is fluid, there’s back and forth in terms of addressing needs, we commit to spending time together (even those who are married – I am not). It’s probably not a coincidence that we have all done long stints intentionally working on ourselves and our approaches to relationships in therapy. Self-actualizing occurs in therapy unlike in many other venues.

    That said, I do enjoy an online persona that is whimsical and fun if carefully cultivated. Connecting virtually is an entirely different animal, superficial with periodic deep dives into self revelation. My online friends are writers and writing professors for the most part. It’s fun to cheer people on as they publish in a journal, get a book contract, or sign on for a movie adaptation. It’s also painful to “watch” a virtual friend experience life’s challenges. (I’ve lost many to cancer. I myself have terminal heart disease.) Holding virtual hands has value, limited though this is.

    I work at being a friend. I also know when a relationship is not working hard for me. Currently I am considering letting go of a 27 year relationship in which untreated alcohol use disorder has come into play. Friends can’t save friends. Toxicity is toxicity. So what to do? I think I answered that question.

    1. When someone is unwilling or incapable of meeting my needs in our relationship, I let them go. There’s no such thing as a satisfying one-sided friendship.

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