Celebrations, isolation, withdrawal, and inabilities that creep up over years

For the last few weeks, I have been working on something that needed figuring out a lot of technical stuff, and today morning, finally, I managed to finish off that chunk of work. And as I sat back to breathe in deeply and try and feel happy about it, I thought of one major change that has happened over these last few years: I have fewer ways to celebrate now.

I started working from home around twenty years ago, after my father fell ill a number of times and coordinating his care was tricky with full-time work outside home. My mother (she was okay then) could not handle that work along with looking after my five-year-old son, and so hubby and I re-arranged our professional lives to a freelancer mode with the base at home. Hubby’s work continued to include travel within and outside city, but I worked off a home-base.

Till that point I was used to working from a typical office. My initial assignments as a freelancer were mainly system studies and design, which required visiting client sites often, but I had the flexibility to arrange the dates and times and was therefore available to support my father when needed. But then the profile of assignments moved to writing reports or developing systems, and I was spending most part of most days at home. The Internet was in its infancy, and many people did not have emails or did not check them. Work-from-home was rare and considered an oddity, but I managed. I also had to go out often for meetings and presentations–and used long phone calls with clients and fellow-professionals for supplementing these and get work done, but my amount of communication and social/ professional contact kept reducing.

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