It is common to lose some relationships after a stroke. Some friends cannot deal with the “new” friend. Some friends are there in the beginning, yet life goes on. The old adage “out of sight and out of mind” is pretty relevant. For the survivor, recovery is every day. For friends, they need to move on. For a survivor, sometimes a sense of paranoia sets in. Especially when friends do not contact a survivor for weeks at a time. Is it because I am different? Is it because my “new me” is uncomfortable to the “friend?” Five years after my strokes, I seem to be dwelling on what I perceive to be the loss of friendships. Is it me or is it their lives? I was the organizer of my social group for years. I was the one who would say “Let’s have dinner” or “see a movie” or “let’s have a BBQ.” Since my strokes, the sense of isolation is more palpable than ever. I did a little experiment. I have some really close friends who I decided not to contact until they reache...
I am a stroke survivor. My blog is about my recovery, family, and possibilities.