Thursday, September 5, 2024

Who is going to check in on me?

As some evening activities restart for the fall and I return home after dark at times, I had a moment of panic.  Who is going to make sure I get home safely?

Before I would always text my husband when I left so that he knew when to expect me.  I also gave him permission to track my phone so that he could come find me if I didn't show up when I was supposed to.  It's not that I feel particularly unsafe in my city.  I don't expect anything to happen.  But you just never know.  I suppose something could even happen to me at home that would make not be able to reach out for help.

So I wondered how long would it be until someone discovered I was missing?

When I got home that evening, I texted my sister with tears in my eyes.  I am learning exactly how practical of a person my sister is through this process.  She didn't even hesitate before she texted back "what days do you typically go out for things?"  And she told me to keep her posted and she will keep an eye out.

The next morning, I poked my head in the office of a colleague who went through divorce a few years ago and now lives alone and asked her what she does.  She has multiple people who track her and check in on her daily.  She even offered to add me to her tracking if I wanted and encouraged me to text her whenever I wanted her to check in on me.

So I guess I just have to make more use of my people.  It's hard reaching out for help.

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