Women may be more used to it, but sometimes they don’t want to. My mom has been , in a weird way that’s hard to describe, looking forward to eventually moving into an assisted living facility ever since she went on a cruise with a bunch of friends. An assissted living facility takes care of a lot of the day-to-day logistics, freeing up a lot of time for fun.
A woman in an assited living facility could maintain her quality of life if she’s still healthy, but doesn’t have to worry about being the stereotypical “frail and vulnerable old lady living alone”. So she’s less inclined to worry about personal safety. She doesn’t have to worry about the pesky maintenance of things that her hubby used to do like mow the lawn and shovel the snow, and she gets to hang out with friends.
My former father-in-law spent the last 10 years of his life eating crappy frozen dinners in front of the TV, and if not for the fact that we took him out, would have spent the entire past decade rotting on the couch smoking cigarettes, with a neglected, overgrown lawn and a fridge full of festering food left over from the mid-1990s. (We hired a cleaning lady to go in twice a week, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have even bothered to take out the garbage more than once a month.) But he insisted on staying put so he could be “independent”, even though his quality of life kind of sucked.
His older sister, on the other hand, went to cultural events with her knitting club friends, had season tickets (discounted for seniors) at a local theater, went to movies on the cheap Tuesday nights, went to every, single outdoor music festival, craft festival, and hot-air balloon festival and parade the town had to offer, and lined up for hours to see the Platters and the Inkspots on a reunion tour. She was in a nursing home that had all sorts of day programs available and field trips to gardens, parks, museums, festivals etc. She didn’t even have to drive to any of the events because they’d bus you. For meals she just went to the cafeteria. The building was secure against “frightening strangers” and if she got sick or injured, there was help nearby at all hours. So she had both security and a lot of freedom from mundane responsibilities.
She could have stayed alone in her own place, but the facility offered a much better quality of life. My former father-in-law wanted independence and got it. He didn’t even bathe unless he knew he had company coming over.