Used to keep it at 55 all the time. Now, 62. I got old. But, even now I keep a window open at night because I want the bedroom colder. My sister and sister in law both keep their houses at 68, I roast when I am over there. I spend/spent so much time outdoors I am acclimated to the cold.
"The results of our meta-analysis showed that people got better on medication, but they also got better on placebo, and the difference between the two was small. In fact, it was below the criterion for clinical significance established by the National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence (NICE), which sets treatment guidelines for the National Health Service in the UK. Clinical significance was found only in a few relatively small studies conducted on patients with extremely severe levels of depression."
"Twin and family-based studies have accrued considerable evidence that a complex genetic mechanism is involved in vulnerability to depressive disorders. Compared with the general population, first-degree relatives of depressed individuals have a nearly 3-fold increase in their risk of developing a major depressive disorder. In general, twin studies of depressive adults suggest that genes and specific environmental factors are critical and that shared environmental factors, although important in less severe subtypes of depression, are possibly of less significance."
It is similar in my family. We are all self supporting for the most part. Some are quite successful.
In addition, I have watched my parents and their families split up the estates of both sets of grandparents and various aunts and uncles. Never was anything acrimonious. The biggest consideration was always who has the most emotional attachment to an item. All monies were split evenly. I know for a fact it will be the same for my immediate family. We have had great examples.
Don't be a cretin. Not all benefits are financial.
There are invaluable intangible benefits from exposure to and learning from older people. I was able to spend a ton of time with the older people in my family and especially my great grandmother when I was little. She started me sewing and learning embroidery when I was five years old. I have made a bunch of money over the years with those skills. Supported myself more than once using that. And if nothing else the old people in my family have taught me how to age and die with grace and dignity. I wouldn't trade the summers I spent in my grandmother's house for anything.
I totally agree with you. I was raised in a family where my great grandmother and her sister lived with my grandmother and grandfather until they died. Great grandmother actually died in the house in her daughter's arms. My brother moved back in with my parents when he came back to this area and never left because my mother became very ill and they needed him around the house. He still lives there with my 78 year old father. Which the rest of us are very glad for because we don't want my dad to be alone. This is a time honored tradition of thousands of families. I think it is the way things should be whenever possible.
Funnier still, he is from my city, Syracuse. And evidently lives in Ithaca. Home of Cornell. Poor guy is one heck of a fish out of water there. My guess is he is continually rejected by college girls and has developed a major complex.