(((hugs))) CG. I get you.
Something that I see many of us struggling with is the reality that we are still relatively young and yet are either being made redundant or are simply kicked to the curb in an industry that we have literally sacrificed much for. Some gave up marriages and children and huge chunks of life, believing that there would be time later. Then we got laid off, RIFTed, downsized and right-sized. We told ourselves that we were skilled, employable and relevant while dealing with the day to day heartbreak of competing for jobs that weren't exactly plentiful against younger, less skilled, and cheaper candidates. Maybe they [i]couldn't[/i] do what we could. Business didn't care.
What broke my husband's heart wasn't terminal cancer. It was going nose to nose with the reality that he was replaceable and expendable. Maybe the new guy couldn't do what he did or have his breadth of knowledge. Business [b]didn't care[/b]. In that way, the cancer was almost a gift. It gave us a way of saying, "You CAN'T look for work/get a job. You must deal with this cancer thing." He was excused from having to confront, day after day, the reality that he wasn't NEEDED by business any longer. It only cost his life.
I'm going through that now. Day after day of recognizing that I really have nothing to offer today's employer. I'm old, my skill set is tired- regardless of how many classes I take in the newer technologies- and I am irrelevant. I'm a generalist in an industry that really only wants to employ specialists. My most recent work experience only qualifies me to care for the terminally ill... except that I no longer have the license to do so. I come here in the hope that I might still have something to bring to the table, might be able to contribute to the conversation. I won't call it desperation... but it sure feels like it.
I quit coming here for technical assistance long ago. I came here because I made friends here. Because I could have conversations with people about things that mattered to me. Because I felt like I belonged. It was home. You all were family. I was accepted.
The recent changes do, to some extent, take that away. I can't find a list of off topic discussions any more. Since those were the discussions that I truly enjoyed, it no longer feels like the site wants to offer me anything. My approach to that has been to try to facilitate the relaunch to the extent that I can so that I can push to have the parts that I want reinstated. Other people will choose different approaches.
All any of us really want is to feel relevant, needed, valued, appreciated. We got that sense- even when we were fighting bitterly over evolution, JD's divorce, global warming and politics. This was a place where we could connect with like-minded others, debate, discuss, and feel GOOD. Whether it was a discussion about Mickster's earwigs, teasing DMambo about his blush, or chatting about flashlights with NB, we felt like we were a part of something. Family, community- something. Maybe it was just a sense of belonging.
I get Max. I mean that I completely understand where he is coming from. I guess I just feel like I have invested too much and have too few options to walk away.