Among the questions the Veterans Administration (VA) hospitals always asked me (until I came down here to Florida, where the VA would just as soon see you die as inconvenience them with your health care) were these:
- Do you live alone?
- Do you have any family or friends to call upon if you should become ill?
I could always answer "yes" to one or both of those questions. The gay community gave me a great safety net, a support network I could call upon. Statistics show you live longer, and better, when you aren't a hermit, all by yourself with no one you can rely upon.
Our little gay community here does the same thing for our residents. The "gay ghetto" as southbeach1500 disparages it.
Well, this gay ghetto takes care of its own. I can give you countless examples of kindness & charity that I see every day, to single guys living alone, aging and also younger, who need a lifeline.
Or maybe merely appreciate a pat on the back, a visit at the hospital when something happens, even if they're otherwise independent and prosperous. It was something drilled into me in the Army: you take care of your own. We know who our own are, and we take care of them.
But I appreciate this problem, which is worse in less favorable areas to LGBT people than here. My simple answer is to relocate to friendly places like here. But I know that's not always practical. Beyond that, I don't know what to suggest.