Growing old as a CD, what will it be like?
Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2004 12:25 pm
Growing Old
Thursday March 18, 2004
I have not posted or even checked the forum lately, not because I am upset or shunning it, but because life has thrown me a curve ball. Now that things are calming down a bit and I have caught my breath I feel like writing again. I apologize if this seems to be off topic, but the events of the last couple weeks have been pretty sobering and I think some of what I write here will provoke some thoughts, if not some comments.
To begin, my father is in his mid-seventies and in relatively good health, up until the last few weeks. He went in and out of the hospital and back in over the last few weeks with several conditions that have left him weak and a little depressed. He determined that since he is alone at home (Mom passed away many years ago) he needed to be transferred from the hospital to a nursing home. We did this yesterday and I was left so upset over the whole ordeal it made me think of my CDing and growing old.
To begin with, do CD’ers grow old and fade away from their desires to dress? I am 55 and the desires are as strong as they were the day I began at the age of 12 or 13. But does age bring a change? Does anyone know a CD that is 60, 70, or 80? I am struck with that old cliché, “Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.” So what about us? Do we just fade away?
I confronted my thoughts about this yesterday as I sat there in the nursing home director’s office and heard all the rules about living in this environment, in short, “you must conform to our way of life to survive.” So how would a CD conform? First there is the dressing, I don’t care how liberal the state you live in, going to a nursing home dressed is more than likely not going to happen.
We discussed my fathers clothing needs, in very specific terms, and it would not fit a CD. They want cotton everything, 5 changes, no more no less, and everything must be marked with a name in big black letters. Not the picture I want to think about with the garments that I enjoy. There are no guarantees that your garments will be returned and in what condition. And everything you bring into the place must be on the property list you compile as you enter. So the whole world will know what your dressing choices are.
No restrictive garments are allowed. By this they indicted that everything should be easy to slip in and out of and not in any way restrict movement or blood flow. And of course everything needs to be durable and in no way present a trip hazard.
Another problem that we discussed was the use of blade razors, wow, electric razors only, and no blades in the place. How many of you right now would throw out your blade razors? I know I depend on mine since shaving is critical to the way I feel and look.
What about other dressing habits, wigs, nails, perfumes, make-up? Trust me, conformity means that you will reduce your need for these items since you get two baths a week and these are attended by a nurse, forget the luxury of a lying in a tub of bubbles, the scented candles, and soft music. Sharing a room means all your toiletries are on an open shelf in the bathroom for the world to see, think no privacy.
Now before you think that we checked him into some hellhole of a place rest assured that my father is not without funds and this is a very nice, modern, and well respected home. But when you warehouse people, many of who don’t know what day it is or perhaps even who they are, conformity is essential.
I hope I haven’t rambled around this too much. I was simply dumb struck yesterday how little I appreciate my private moments with my CD. Yes I think I enjoy them, but realized that when my age starts to show more than it does all ready, I will be forced to conform to the world’s view of me, and that is of a man, not a man who enjoys the feminine side.
So after a restless night thinking of all of this I guess I look to this group to perhaps answer a few of my questions. Namely, do we know of any elderly CD’s or do they just fade away? What will we do when the need to conform is thrust upon us and there is no reversing it? We all face the need to conform in some way to get along right now, some more than others. But we also have the ability to practice our CDing either publicly, semi-public ally, or privately as we choose.
But what will happen to us the day our sons and daughters are faced with my task yesterday? Will this side of us cease to exist? I nearly laughed out loud at one point when the director discussed the need for the resident to “maintain an acceptable social and spiritual life much the same as before they entered the home?” I had a picture of me dressed in all my finery trying to tell this person that this IS my social life.
In fact she also discussed how it was acceptable to have small amounts of alcohol in the home, if the doctor allowed it and if it was locked up with the nurses and dispensed, much the same as medication. What about my dressing? Would it be controlled by some charge nurse much the same as the alcohol?
Thank you for reading; I look forward to hearing your responses. One final thought, we must all enjoy our lives, our health, and the small pleasures in life that our youth affords us. Suddenly the golden years look a little tarnished to me.
Thursday March 18, 2004
I have not posted or even checked the forum lately, not because I am upset or shunning it, but because life has thrown me a curve ball. Now that things are calming down a bit and I have caught my breath I feel like writing again. I apologize if this seems to be off topic, but the events of the last couple weeks have been pretty sobering and I think some of what I write here will provoke some thoughts, if not some comments.
To begin, my father is in his mid-seventies and in relatively good health, up until the last few weeks. He went in and out of the hospital and back in over the last few weeks with several conditions that have left him weak and a little depressed. He determined that since he is alone at home (Mom passed away many years ago) he needed to be transferred from the hospital to a nursing home. We did this yesterday and I was left so upset over the whole ordeal it made me think of my CDing and growing old.
To begin with, do CD’ers grow old and fade away from their desires to dress? I am 55 and the desires are as strong as they were the day I began at the age of 12 or 13. But does age bring a change? Does anyone know a CD that is 60, 70, or 80? I am struck with that old cliché, “Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.” So what about us? Do we just fade away?
I confronted my thoughts about this yesterday as I sat there in the nursing home director’s office and heard all the rules about living in this environment, in short, “you must conform to our way of life to survive.” So how would a CD conform? First there is the dressing, I don’t care how liberal the state you live in, going to a nursing home dressed is more than likely not going to happen.
We discussed my fathers clothing needs, in very specific terms, and it would not fit a CD. They want cotton everything, 5 changes, no more no less, and everything must be marked with a name in big black letters. Not the picture I want to think about with the garments that I enjoy. There are no guarantees that your garments will be returned and in what condition. And everything you bring into the place must be on the property list you compile as you enter. So the whole world will know what your dressing choices are.
No restrictive garments are allowed. By this they indicted that everything should be easy to slip in and out of and not in any way restrict movement or blood flow. And of course everything needs to be durable and in no way present a trip hazard.
Another problem that we discussed was the use of blade razors, wow, electric razors only, and no blades in the place. How many of you right now would throw out your blade razors? I know I depend on mine since shaving is critical to the way I feel and look.
What about other dressing habits, wigs, nails, perfumes, make-up? Trust me, conformity means that you will reduce your need for these items since you get two baths a week and these are attended by a nurse, forget the luxury of a lying in a tub of bubbles, the scented candles, and soft music. Sharing a room means all your toiletries are on an open shelf in the bathroom for the world to see, think no privacy.
Now before you think that we checked him into some hellhole of a place rest assured that my father is not without funds and this is a very nice, modern, and well respected home. But when you warehouse people, many of who don’t know what day it is or perhaps even who they are, conformity is essential.
I hope I haven’t rambled around this too much. I was simply dumb struck yesterday how little I appreciate my private moments with my CD. Yes I think I enjoy them, but realized that when my age starts to show more than it does all ready, I will be forced to conform to the world’s view of me, and that is of a man, not a man who enjoys the feminine side.
So after a restless night thinking of all of this I guess I look to this group to perhaps answer a few of my questions. Namely, do we know of any elderly CD’s or do they just fade away? What will we do when the need to conform is thrust upon us and there is no reversing it? We all face the need to conform in some way to get along right now, some more than others. But we also have the ability to practice our CDing either publicly, semi-public ally, or privately as we choose.
But what will happen to us the day our sons and daughters are faced with my task yesterday? Will this side of us cease to exist? I nearly laughed out loud at one point when the director discussed the need for the resident to “maintain an acceptable social and spiritual life much the same as before they entered the home?” I had a picture of me dressed in all my finery trying to tell this person that this IS my social life.
In fact she also discussed how it was acceptable to have small amounts of alcohol in the home, if the doctor allowed it and if it was locked up with the nurses and dispensed, much the same as medication. What about my dressing? Would it be controlled by some charge nurse much the same as the alcohol?
Thank you for reading; I look forward to hearing your responses. One final thought, we must all enjoy our lives, our health, and the small pleasures in life that our youth affords us. Suddenly the golden years look a little tarnished to me.