This article in HuffPost raised the question for me:
The upshot: author’s widowed father (now deceased) moved into a senior retirement community and has been emotionally, romantically, and presumably physically involved with a succession of female residents. Suggest you read the article (and the comments!)-- it’s pretty interesting, and I know I’m not capturing the nuances. Both Dad and partners (some of them) suffer from dementia.
A good friend of mine moved her widowed dad (who has dementia) into senior care a few weeks ago. It was too dangerous for him to continue to live alone-- gas stove, stairs, etc. He’s also well into his 80s and is a very good-looking man. I told my friend, “He’ll have a girlfriend by Christmas.” Well, he had a girlfriend by the following week.
When you get old you experience a lot of changes, some of them really unpleasant. However, one of the biggest surprises is what doesn’t change. The dining room at the senior home isn’t all that different from the middle school cafeteria. There are the cool tables and the nerd/reject tables. (In my mother’s assisted living center, they had assigned seating-- not a bad idea.) Some boys/men attract girls/women like flies, and some can’t get a date. And the biggest surprise? It’s that the rejection hurts as much as it did when you were 11, and the first flickers of affection, appreciation, and love feel exactly the same, too!
In a way the residents of a senior care home are more like the kids in a dorm than they are like independent adults in, say, an apartment complex. As the article points out, the author’s son holds the dad’s health care proxy. This can be as much a source of humiliation and irritation to the old folks as it was to the college students. At least, the college students can look forward to being independent eventually – the old folks, not so much.
It was the comments to the HuffPost article that got me asking the question in the title. Old people who have lost their spouses, their homes, their careers, and their active hobbies can still experience the timeless joys of flirting, desire, and emotional/physical union. Apparently the author’s dad was quite sexually active, but even barring that, kissing, cuddling, holding hands, looking forward to seeing that Special Someone – what’s the harm? I said to myself.
Yikes! Some of the commenters likened Dad to a sexual predator and condemned him the way you would a conquering frat boy who worked his way through a sorority house collecting notches on his bedpost! They thought his serial romances were disgusting, immoral, cruel, and damaging to his partners. (Even partners who couldn’t remember him from one day to the next.)
Other commenters took a position more like mine, i.e., what’s the harm? If these folks can have some pleasure, fun, relief from pain, loneliness, and boredom, why not? It’s not that there is no potential for serious and lasting harm, but don’t the joys of connection, even at the very end of life, make the risk worth it?
Like I said, read the article and some of the comments and tell me how you assess this situation. Have you faced this with a parent or older relative? Do you see “hooking up” in the intramural hothouse (as it were) that is a nursing home as one of the last potential perks of old age, or a moral outrage that must be controlled? Or something else?