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If you want stronger relationships as you get older, unlearn these 10 communication habits

After seven decades of believing she was an excellent communicator, a retired teacher discovers that the very habits she perfected throughout her life have become invisible walls between her and the people she loves most.

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After seven decades of believing she was an excellent communicator, a retired teacher discovers that the very habits she perfected throughout her life have become invisible walls between her and the people she loves most.

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Last week, I sat across from my daughter at lunch and realized I'd been nodding along to her story for five minutes without hearing a single word.

Not because I'm 71 with hearing that sometimes fails me, but because I was mentally composing my response, waiting for my turn to speak.

That moment of clarity hit hard: After decades of believing I was a good listener, I discovered I'd been performing listening rather than actually doing it.

The communication habits we've spent a lifetime perfecting often become the very barriers that prevent deeper connections as we age. What protected us in our thirties, sustained us through our fifties, might be suffocating our relationships now.

1) Waiting for your turn to talk instead of truly listening

My confession about lunch with my daughter? It's a habit I developed during 32 years of teaching high school English, where I had to have answers ready before students finished their questions.

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But relationships aren't classrooms. When my neighbor tells me about her grandson's struggles, she doesn't need my solutions lined up like lesson plans.

She needs my presence, my full attention, my willingness to sit in her uncertainty with her.

2) Using humor to deflect from difficult emotions

"Well, at least I'm not dead yet!" became my catchphrase after my second husband's funeral. Friends laughed uncomfortably, and I thought I was helping everyone feel better.

But jokes don't heal grief; they just postpone it. When my widows' support group finally called me out, one woman said, "We need your tears, not your punchlines."

Now when someone asks how I'm doing, I tell them the truth, even when that truth is messy.

3) Offering solutions when someone needs witnessing

Virginia Woolf wrote, "The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages." I lived this truth backward for years, imprisoning others with my need to solve their problems.

When my son went through his divorce, I had spreadsheets of lawyers and therapists ready.

What he needed was his mother's lap, metaphorically speaking, and permission to fall apart. Sometimes the most powerful response is simply, "This is really hard. I'm here."

4) Avoiding conflict at the expense of authenticity

I spent my first marriage swallowing disagreements like bitter pills, believing harmony meant never rocking the boat. That boat sank anyway.

With my adult children now, I've learned that respectful disagreement strengthens bonds more than false peace ever could.

When my daughter wanted to homeschool my grandchildren, instead of silently worrying, we had honest conversations about my concerns and her convictions. Our relationship deepened through the friction, not despite it.

5) Speaking in absolutes instead of possibilities

"You always..." and "You never..." were weapons in my communication arsenal.

My second husband gently broke me of this habit by responding, "Really? Never? Not even once?" Now I catch myself before those words escape.

My grandchildren taught me to say "I notice that sometimes..." or "It seems like often..." These small shifts open doors instead of slamming them shut.

6) Assuming your experience is universal

After my divorce, I joined a support group where I confidently advised everyone based on my own journey.

Until a woman whose husband left her for another man said quietly, "Your map doesn't work for my territory."

That humbling moment taught me to share my story without prescribing it as medicine for others. Now I offer my experience with open hands, not pointing fingers.

7) Using technology as a substitute for presence

I pride myself on mastering texting and email at my age, but I nearly lost a forty-year friendship by replacing phone calls with emojis. When she finally said, "I miss your voice," I realized efficiency had replaced intimacy.

Now I have a rule: Important conversations happen with voices, not keyboards. My grandchildren may prefer texts, but they also get handwritten letters from me every birthday.

8) Rehearsing conversations instead of allowing them to unfold

Before difficult conversations, I used to script entire dialogues in my head, predicting responses and preparing counterarguments. This mental theater exhausted me before the actual conversation began.

Learning to enter discussions with curiosity instead of a screenplay has transformed my relationships.

When I needed to talk to my son about my end-of-life wishes, I came with my feelings, not my script, and discovered his fears I never could have imagined.

9) Interrupting to show understanding

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean!" used to burst from me mid-sentence when friends shared their struggles. I thought I was building bridges of empathy. Instead, I was demolishing their moments of vulnerability.

My book club taught me this lesson when we instituted a "full stop" rule: Let people finish their thoughts completely before responding. The silence between their ending and my beginning became sacred space.

10) Holding onto old stories about people

I kept seeing my children as the kids who needed my protection, not the adults who'd grown beyond my outdated narratives.

When my daughter became a mother herself, I initially offered advice as if she were still the teenager who once forgot to feed the goldfish.

Releasing those old stories and meeting people where they are now, not where they were twenty years ago, has revitalized every long-term relationship in my life.

Final thoughts

At 71, I'm still unlearning. Last month, I discovered I've been monopolizing conversations about health issues with my peers, as if comparing ailments were a competitive sport. Tomorrow, I'll probably discover another habit that needs releasing.

But here's what gives me hope: Every habit unlearned creates space for something better. Where my deflecting humor once stood, genuine vulnerability now blooms. Where I once offered unwanted solutions, I now provide witness presence.

Start with just one habit. Notice it without judgment, then gently begin releasing it. Our relationships in later life don't need our perfection; they need our willingness to keep growing, keep learning, keep showing up as our evolving selves.

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Marlene Martin

Marlene is a retired high school English teacher and longtime writer who draws on decades of lived experience to explore personal development, relationships, resilience, and finding purpose in life’s second act. When she’s not at her laptop, she’s usually in the garden at dawn, baking Sunday bread, taking watercolor classes, playing piano, or volunteering at a local women’s shelter teaching life skills.

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