BARBADOS (Naked Departure) — Good afternoon Naked. I hope my letter reaches you in good health. Naked Departure, I am a woman in my late 60’s. I was in good health all the while, but took a terrible fall when I was out jogging a night here in Barbados.
I was initially diagnosed as having a sprained ankle. But as luck would have it, the injury did not get better and I almost lost part of my leg. The doctors and hospital here didn’t see that the injury was much worse than they said. It has actually affected and damaged my hip.
Naked, I am now in a wheelchair. Naked, I have always taken care of my home, and my adult children have always admired me and my work ethics. Anytime they needed something, they would send the grandkids to get it, and I was always happy I could help.
Recently, my son has moved into my home. Did I tell you Naked, I am married. So our son moved into the ‘house’ and the two men made me feel worthless and like a stranger in my own home. My husband 100% refused to take me outside (in the wheelchair) for fresh air. He knows how much I love the outdoors. To make a long story short Naked, I am now living in the back yard. I had a make shift office out in the back where I worked and did gardening and stored stuff. Naked, I am now living where I used to work.
My son and my husband abandoned me because I am in a wheelchair. Naked, they don’t remember the Christmases, the Easters, the Independence conkies, babysitting, the financial help and all I’ve done for over 40 years! Forty years Naked. They all went to good schools and had extra lessons. One accident and I am put out to pasture. And nothing from the other children. Nothing at all Naked.
I hear here in Barbados other older people are complaining about abandonment. Luckily I am on the internet in my old office here in the shack in the yard and can still surf the internet. It rained like madness yesterday and other days before, but I kept dry, praise the Lord. I hope they don’t cut off the internet, but I wanted to write to you. It’s the way life is here in Barbados. Barbadians have short memories. You can do and do and do, but they throw you away when you can’t do anymore. May God help us all. Anonymous