I have a chronic disability. So do many of my friends. We are used to being marginalized by society. We are seldom/never acknowledged on this site, except that when society crumbles from the outside in, marginalized populations will go down first.
Some of my friends in group homes or living under section 8 housing would be able to return to their families of origin for support when their disability checks stop and subsidized housing becomes a thing of the past. Many others would suffer in family situations because of the stigma of the disability within the family. These friends fall apart from even minimal contact with their families.
All of us have been on intense medication regimens continually for decades. Ironically, the side effects of medications have ruined our health. Many of us have tardive diskinesia and cannot even drink soup. Many are severely overweight.
My friends who do not follow the blogs nevertheless have a keen awareness that literally their lives are in danger. One by one, services are cut back and discontinued. Fear for the future takes over. Those who can find acceptance through spirituality do marginally better. Everyone is scared because we all know we cannot take care of our own basic needs.
I feel sad that my friends and I will undoubtably be the first to go. But the future is unknowable. Perhaps some of us will find our way, being supported constructs we cant imagine yet because we are so dependent on the government to take care of us.

Have any of you given much thought to how you (or your loved ones) will survive as you (or they) grow older?
Physical limitations and disabilities, mental disabilities, resources, safety, security, etc. How will you, society, community, family and friends cope? Have you made or thought up any plans?
I was reminded when I read the following article:
Louis Theroux On Dementia: The Capital Of The Forgetful (April 25, 2012)
"Nancy Vaughan is a charming and lively conversationalist, a friendly host, and at nearly 90, still has much of the sparkle and attractiveness that must have turned many heads when she was in her heyday as a model in New York.
"But she also has trouble remembering her own name, or the fact that she is married (62 years and counting), or indeed, much of the time, some of the basics of the English language."
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-17844315
Personally, I pay about $50 per month for a long-term care plan, as well has about the same for a very modest term life insurance policy. My wife also has a modest term life policy. But we can't be certain that the companies that offer these policies still be around if perhaps one day we have need of them. (It may not even be hyperinflation or deflation - it could just be a bad stock market or a lot of Baby Boomers cashing in...) Or will we have to depend on our children and our respective families more, as we human beings have done for countless generations in the past?
Recently, I was on crutches due to a knee injury. Then shortly after, I injured the elbow of my dominant arm. My knee is almost back to normal now, and my elbow is getting there. However, a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to walk or run on my own, nor handle a gun or a knife. I had use eating utensils with my left hand. Wasn't easy! It certainly made me think...
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