A Plea to Recognize Ageism


I’d barely gotten seated at the doctors’ office when the receptionist asked, “How old are you?” I smiled and told her I was 22. As expected, she immediately laughed and told me┬áthat I looked like I was 15 or 16. I explained that I get that a lot.

5 minutes later, the nurse asked about my emergency contact. I gave his name and number. Then she asked, “Is that your father?” No, it’s my husband.

This kind of thing happens to me a lot. I look young, apparently.

Oh, you’ll be thankful for it when you’re my age! You’ll be grateful for that someday! Continue reading

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