Alone since my hospitalization, and everyday life has become incredibly hard
I’m 33 years old and I live alone in a small town in France. This is actually the first year of my life that I have truly lived alone.
My story is complicated, so I’ll try to summarize it.
For many years, I had to take care of other people and deal with a very difficult family situation. My relationship with my brother has been extremely damaging for about twenty years, and for a long time I was basically forced into living with him. I also lost my mother, and after her death, a lot of family conflicts happened. Eventually, I cut contact with most of my family.
A lot of friendships also disappeared or ended badly. Many people who were around when my mother was alive simply stopped talking to me afterwards.
Today, I have very few people left in my life. There is really only one person I feel I can somewhat rely on. She is a lovely woman I met about three years ago, and she is over 70 years old. She has been incredibly kind to me, but obviously she cannot take care of everything.
Since around 2015, I have basically had to manage most things on my own.
I also have significant health problems.
I have an eye disease that requires heavy medical treatments, but one of my biggest current problems is swallowing.
For several years, I have suffered from severe swallowing difficulties and phagophobia. Eating and drinking do not feel automatic or normal to me anymore. Sometimes even swallowing liquids is difficult, and meals can become extremely stressful and exhausting.
Over time, this problem became much worse.
I became unable to eat normally and could no longer take in enough food. I lost a significant amount of weight, became physically very weak, and eventually had to be hospitalized because my nutritional situation had become too serious.
Because I still cannot eat enough normally, I now have a PICC line and receive nutritional support through it.
So when I came home from hospital, I was not simply “recovering from a hospital stay.” I came home still underweight, exhausted, struggling to eat and drink, and with a PICC line that I have to protect.
And I came home completely alone.
Since then, everyday life has become incredibly difficult.
I don’t have a car. Public transportation exists where I live, but it is limited. I also live upstairs, so even basic things like bringing groceries home, carrying packages, opening doors, going up and down the stairs, dealing with appointments, medications, nurses, medical suppliers and paperwork can become exhausting.
And because of the PICC line, I am supposed to be careful with my arm.
The problem is that I am alone.
There is nobody here to carry things for me or do everyday tasks. Sometimes I have to use the arm more than I should, and my PICC line has already bled several times. It has been checked by medical staff and the dressing has been changed several times, but everyday life still requires me to use that arm.
On top of all of this, my apartment is causing major problems.
It is a very small apartment that I found urgently because I received almost no help finding housing and had to manage everything myself.
My kitchen sink is currently unusable because of plumbing problems, so I cannot properly wash dishes.
My boiler also has problems and has been leaking dirty/grey water, so right now I am basically living with cold water.
My apartment is also very cluttered because I came back from hospital already exhausted, physically weak and unable to manage everything at once.
I have tried to get home help, but even getting someone to come and help clean can take weeks just to receive a quote and organize everything.
I have contacted associations, social services and other organizations. I have written letters. I am also trying to find another apartment because I honestly don’t think I can continue living like this.
But finding decent housing in France right now is extremely difficult, especially with a low income.
I am currently not working and I live on a disability allowance, so my financial situation is limited too.
I think what shocked me the most was how hard life became after leaving the hospital.
In the hospital, people are around you.
Then you go home, and suddenly you have to manage everything again.
Groceries. Laundry. Food. Cleaning. Medication. Medical equipment. Phone calls. Appointments. Paperwork. Deliveries. Opening doors.Carrying things. Going up stairs.
And in my case, even eating and drinking are already difficult before I start dealing with everything else.
You are supposed to recover, but at the same time you are doing the work of several people just to keep your life functioning.
I’m writing here because I desperately need to hear from people who have experienced something similar.
Have any of you ever come home from hospital completely alone, with no family or close friends nearby?
Have you ever had to manage daily life alone while physically weak, unable to eat normally, or with one arm injured, immobilized, or difficult to use?
How did you manage food, cleaning, shopping, laundry and all the little things that normally require two hands?
Did you also feel completely overwhelmed after coming home?
I’m not necessarily looking for perfect solutions. Sometimes I just need to know that other people have survived periods like this.
I’m posting on an international forum because I haven’t really found the kind of support I need in French spaces, and right now I just need to talk to people who understand what living truly alone can mean when your health suddenly collapses.
Thank you for reading.