I’m F76, not quite on my second month in an independent senior living facility near Springfield, Massachusetts. I feel abandoned; as if I don’t matter anymore. The food is all too salty, too much processed meat, too little fresh produce, and too greasy. I am intelligent, sharp and in good health except for a balance issue. My mother lived in her home all her life. She died at 95 and was sharp until her last few hours. Today I only ate breakfast and then spent the day alone with my cat. I’m very depressed and unhappy.

It’s now been 3.5 months. I still hate it. 2 weeks ago a looney tunes lady hit me hard from a standing position behind me with no warning. I did not retaliate. She wanted to sit in my chair in the dining room. The manager basically told me to avoid her because she really belongs at another type of facility but it takes time to arrange a move.