In my case, the handicaps are those that most people face.
First there is health; I'm pretty lucky in that respect. I have lost my sense of smell and I walk with a cane, and most of my social life consists of visiting several doctors just for maintenance.
Old age brings me a little loss of dignity. When you are less than five feet tall you have to expect getting patted on the head, and talked to in a loud voice.
All in all life is good.
I'm one of the lucky ones. I have a nice apartment, with plenty of security, good neighbors, a loving family and good friends. I can't run a fifty-yard dash, but I can run down the hall at a dignified pace (with a little bit of help from my cane and walker).
So there you have it: Old age is to be handled with humor, patience, and a lot of prayers.
Good Luck, Hilda