I’m a 60+ disabled author, living on social security. I had a 40 year career as a psychologist, wrote 15 or so books, spoke at conferences and authored CDs and DVDs, but that life is mostly past. At this point all of my family is gone, and I’ve chosen to live alone (with cat) to regain my mental & physical health after broken bones & too much trauma. I love it, and am healing well & thriving but for one thing. As involved as I am in local events and so on, I’ve found that no one listens or seems to truly care about me personally. I’m semi-active in my church and volunteer widely, but my effort is taken for granted. No one is really interested in connecting and honestly, I’ve grown tired of asking. I know a good part of this is due to my being Autistic, specifically AuDHD. Mine is the experience of many Autistic & ADHD folks. Particularly as we age, and old friends who knew us when we were young, super involved and highly productive, either pass on or lose touch. Today, I’m focused on restoring my health and emotional stability. My joys are writing, cats, coffee, yoga, maintaining a tiny pollinator reserve, and time spent in the forest. Redwood forests in particular, are my spiritual homeland.