Orphan at 42

Discussion in 'Loss of Both Parents' started by lagrieco, Aug 18, 2021.

  1. lagrieco

    lagrieco New Member

    I lost my dad when I was 15. My mom just died. I am confused and don't know who I am. Does anyone have any feelings about identity loss?
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  2. Dhall1980

    Dhall1980 New Member

    I understand. I just lost my mom on september 24th and i turned 41 on oct 2. My mom was the world to me. I have no parents, no girlfriend, wife or kids. I am just so alone and hopeless.
  3. Treecy

    Treecy New Member

    I lost my mom on 1995 and my dad in November 2022. My grief has become what the doctors have told me as emotional stress, and as a result I've lost my voice.
  4. Jessie1258

    Jessie1258 New Member

    Yes. I lost my two life lines to this world and I feel so empty and numb. My Mom & Dad passed in 2022, 9 weeks apart. I'm 43 y/o, an only child and feel like an ophran. My outlook on life has completed changed and things that used to be important, seem so irrevelant now. I feel empty and am mad at the world. I'll never see them again and that is what overwhlems me the most. Nothing can prepare you for the loss of a Parent and it's a void that will never be filled. I am sorry you are hurting.
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  5. Nicenin

    Nicenin New Member

    I feel exactly the same as you. My Mom died after a nine year illness on April 1st 2021 and my Dad died suddenly exactly 18 months later on October 1st 2022. I have only one sibling who does not communicate and I have no partner. When I reached out for support, "friends" became very judgmental and aggressive. Truthfully when my Dad died he took my soul with him and I'm just a shell of a human being now.
  6. bigjimbob2000

    bigjimbob2000 New Member

    Man do I fell your pain!
  7. VNicole12

    VNicole12 New Member

    I found myself an orphan in my 30s, and never would have imagined losing both of my parents at a relatively young age. It completely changed me as a person - better in some ways but also bitter because I still need them my life and they aren't here. Then I look at others my age who still have one or both of their parents and ask Why? Why did mine die and theirs live?