Hello,

I turned 30 two days ago. I've never been freaked out about getting older, but this birthday hit me a little harder. I guess I feel like I haven't achieved everything that I want to. Plus, my age is 30, but I feel 20 emotionally, but 70 physically. I don't feel like an adult!!!

My husband is turning 40 this year, and he's happy he'll always have a wife who is ten years younger. I'm trying to get ready for his freak-out. I know 30 isn't old, but I feel bummed that I'm in the place I'm in. Any advice? Please? Many thanks!!

You probably think you won't get much sympathy here, from some of us *older* babes, but you're wrong. I feel worse for the young ones with this crapola disease than I do for the more mature.

I've had MS since my 20s but, it didn't become really bothersome and progressive until my 50s. I wasn't DXed until I was 35 and then I went into almost a twenty year remission.

So I was very lucky, that I was able to live a pretty normal life...got married..raised kids...partied and danced..etc (with a few limitations)...the heat and humidity always bothered me, so I avoided being out in it, as much as possible.

My DD was DXed at 33 with MS and is now in remission....I pray she is like me and stays there for many years. It will be much more difficult for her, if she gets worse now, since she has 5 kids and a stay at home, with the kids, Husband....She is the breadwinner...

When I see a youngster like you, getting hit with this monster, I get very sad and angry. BTW...My DD and I are both on LDN and seem to be doing well, especially DD, on it. You might look into it..

My dh is turning 50 this year, and I've known him since he was what, 20?



On another note....Thinking I was gonna get a little freaked about 30, when I turned 29, I started saying I was 30. Gave me a whole year to get used to it.

I'm 46 now, but I still am mentally about 15, (physically maybe 98).


I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get old.

I hear you. I'm soon to be 59, so it was a long time ago, but I'm not going to tease you. ALL of the "0" years were hard for me. 20 was weird, because I wasn't a teenager anymore, and I felt like I had to "be" an adult. Thirty was hard, because I was no longer "a young person in her twenties". Forty was really hard...I could hardly get my mind around being half of 80! And 50! That's when they start sending you "over the hill" greeting cards with black borders.

Once I got over the "0" and was 31, or 41, or 51 I was all right. It was just hitting that next decade. And I wasn't even diagnosed back then. Don't worry, the "bummed" thing will fade away and you'll get settled in.

Another thing that helps is, when somebody says "Age is just a matter of mind", smack 'em.

By the way, thanks a LOT, Braingonebad, now I'm going to be doing Bob Dylan all day!

I'm 48.....but age has never bothered me. My DH was 7 years older than me so I guess I've always felt "young". I started first grade when I was 5 (this was in the 60's) so I was always the youngest in my class.....graduated HS at 16.

I'm thankful for each year that I'm given.....sort of look at it as a gift. Age is just a number. It's what's in your heart that matters.

BYW.....happy belated birthday!

I felt thirty was no bigdeal. Now wait until you are 31, that one is
big, then you are IN your thirtieslol

Turning 30 didn't bother me but 31 did

I don't have birthdays and my age never changes

31 was my age when I stopped having birthdays as well Snoopy!

Happy belated April!

As I turned 30 I started to appreciate ME more, and worried LESS about what others thought. I started to let go of so many things that used to ride me during the day. What if I dont get my legs shaved? what if my hair isnt perfect? where is my lipstick? heaven forbid my pantyhose get a run. Why doesnt my boss like me? What can I do to impress my ....fill in the blank...person. I couldnt say no to anyone. I was hooked on helping, and pleasing others. Then...30 hit. it was sort of my excuse to start taking care of ME ME ME. If I got a run in my hose...I tried harder to shrug it off. it happens to the best of us. My boss isnt supposed to like me, he is supposed to just appreciate the work I put in. it all started to click. it wasnt magic, and it didnt happen over night, but 30 was the turning point. it was when I gave myself more and more permisson to say...um, sorry, no. I cant help with that project on Friday, I have another commitment. and leave it at that. Um no, sorry, I cant watch your 4 kids plus mine on Saturday night, we have other plans. As I allowed my adult life to unfold, and my youth to fall off me, I really started to live and appreciate my life for what it is, instead of what it was supposed to be.

So, yea! 30, let it be a turning point for you too. Now, come away from the kiddie table, and sit with the grown ups.