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Corinne Sweet – Growing Old(er) Disgracefully – Nov 2024

Don’t mention the ‘C’ word’, my friend, Rosie, whispers.  We are sitting comfortably having a lovely flat white at T at the Dials in a brief respite from the autumnal rain and gloom.  Suddenly alert, I learn forward and look at her anxiously.  ‘Oh, I didn’t know…what’s the prognosis?’ 

Rosie suddenly twigs – ‘Oh, good grief, not Cancer, but Christmas! It’s that time of year when all hell lets loose about the festive season’.  We fall about laughing.

Don’t get me wrong, the festive season can be fun, it can be great, especially for children, but it can also be too much pressure and stress.  But for many of us, (particularly women), Christmas denotes the season of hard slog.  On top of work, family commitments, pet care, there are those relational negotiations worthy of the G20.

Another friend of mine got so fed up with sitting in motorway jams and running between families, he decided to plonk a duvet down in the living room and spend Christmas watching Harry Potter films from start to finish.

Whether it’s Christmas, Chanukah, other festivities, the demands on us to organise, spend, cook, gather and consume, can be overwhelming for some. As a psychotherapist dealing a great deal with addiction, I see many people daunted by the exhortation to eat, drink and be merry.

Plus, the delicacies of dealing with complex family and other relationships can also be exhausting.  Step-families, blended families, new inlaws and outlaws, break-ups and mid-splits can create a chequer-board of emotional complexity.

I’m no killjoy, I like a mince pie or latka as much as the next person, but I do feel in these austere and complex times, we need to get control of the ‘oughts’, ‘shoulds’ and ‘musts’ that can drive us nuts over the winter festive season.

Some basic ‘stay sane’ rules:

•Work out what you want to do first and foremost – if you want time alone that’s fine;  you’re allowed to break with ‘tradition’ and do what you want as a grown up;

•If you are alone and want company – there’s loads of things you can do – singing to people in care homes; working for charities/food banks, cat/dog sitting, etc

•If you are recently split or in a new relationship and/or there are delicate issues to negotiate – don’t run yourself ragged trying to make everyone happy.  Compromise;

•Expect traffic, train disruption, and keep things manageable – aiming for perfection is impossible and always disappoints;

•Be mindful of your food and drink intake  – it’s great to celebrate, but all those ‘get fit’ new year’s resolutions lie ahead.  Plus, too much inebriation can lead to trouble and strife – get some fresh air and exercise and keep things calm.

At the café Rosie and I are still contemplating over our coffee froth.  She explains she always gets into debt over the festive season as she puts stuff on credit cards.  ‘This year, I’m determined to rein it in’.  ‘Like Rudolph, on his way to Lapland’, I suggest.

‘Tis the season to look after yourself, stay sane, and hope for goodwill towards all men and, of course, women.

Growing Old(er) Disgracefully by 

Corinne Sweet

Psychotherapist, writer, broadcaster 

http://www.corinnesweet.com

Corinne Sweet – Growing Old(er) Disgracefully – Sept 2024

“Oooh, look at those amazing blue eyes”.

My dear friend Suzi has come to see me ensconsed in my new West Hill abode and we are sitting side-by-side over tea on my sofa, swiping left and right.

“I like his coat”, she says breathlessly, “There’s definitely something about him”.

Gingerly she swipes right. We move on to the next pic.

Suzi lost her husband a couple of years ago and is desperately trying to get ‘out there’ again. However, lonely nights, no cuddles, and no welcome home, are weighing heavily on her.

So here we are on social media trying to find a mate. Not unusual, you think? Well, no. Except this is no ordinary ‘Tinder’ – it’s what I call ‘Cat Tinder’.

We are deep in Worthing’s Cat Welfare Trust’s website, desperately seeking a furry companion for my bereaved friend. We are amazed – and somewhat bemused – by the Tinder-like menu for choosing a homeless puss.

‘Oh, he’s gorgeous”, purrs my friend over a fluffy mog, “I’d definitely like him to cuddle up to me on my bed.”

As a shameless cat lover myself, I know, first-hand, the benefits of being owned by a gorgeous furry monster. When I moved south in darkest December my dear boy, Woolf, plonked himself on me, rubbed noses and reassured me all would be well.

When I return late at night after my weekly work commute to London he deftly drops off the garden wall with a loud, ‘Meow, where have you been? I want my supper, and a cuddle, you’re late!’ We slink in together, and I’m home.

Indeed, the research in the 2022 Cat Protection League survey of 10,000 cat owners (“Cats & Their Stats) found positive psychological and physical benefits from cat ownership.

67% of people interviewed said their cats gave them something to get up for in the morning and 21% said their cats helped them feel less stressed. 

WAY (Widowed and Young) for people whose partners have died aerly agree cats can help mental health, particularly when we’re grieving.

Stroking cats is well-known for lowering blood-pressure in owners. Plus, there is benefit in talking to your cat about your own woes. Play makes everyone smile.

I remember being sad myself and when I cried prone on the sofa, Woolf would jump on my chest and purr nose-to-nose to me with cat empathy.

Cat vocalisations (mews, purrs, chirps, in differing tones) are how cats bond with their owners. They only ‘meow’ to those they care about (although it’s more likely they’re demanding food, attention, play, in that order).

Suzi is teetering on the brink. ‘I don’t know if I could bear to lose him’, she says wistfully. ‘What if something happened to me?’

‘Well,’ I say, looking around for an alert lurking Woolf, hoping he’s out of ear shot, ‘I could always have him.’ Woolf had had a little sister, Frida, who’d died too soon and broke my heart. “There’s always room for two…”

“Hmm”, Suzi ponders, glancing at her phone. ‘Oooh, he’s nice’. I watch her peruse fabulously tiger markings and emerald eyes. I sense another solo soul is becoming a lost cause. “I might just give them a ring..I’ve got all the cat stuff in the loft”. 

I know when best to keep quiet. I stroke a prone Woolfy stretched on my lap, purring like a well-oiled motor, and just smile.

Growing Old(er) Disgracefully by 

Corinne Sweet

Psychotherapist, writer, broadcaster 

http://www.corinnesweet.com