Believe it or not, I find we do it to ourselves. What I mean is that I find its not our age that is the primary problem, it’s how we behave. When we were young and ignored it didn’t matter. We were too busy to really care and we didn’t really need anyone. Getting unwanted attention could be just as annoying as being ignored. We were young and full of energy and easily walked around with a smile on our faces and full of confidence that comes with being self-reliant. Then we find we need help as we age. After years of priding ourselves on being self-reliant, we resent needing to ask for help. We aren’t quick to smile because it’s a chore to go out and we expect negative reactions.
I find when I dress well and feel my best and most energetic, I get attention. When I feel like crap, I have no doubt it shows in how I interact and through my body language, and demeanor.
My husband is a very friendly guy. Where ever he goes he’s quick to get help and make friends. When he is in a suit he even gets more attention. How we dress sends a message about how we feel. People who dress up tend to smile more and feel more confident and approachable. People who dress like they don’t care seem less approachable. My mother-in-law has made a ton of friends in her neighborhood in two short years. She’s very friendly to all her neighbors and speaks to all of them. She’s in her 80s and many of her neighbors already call her mom and they look out for her and my father-in-law.
I’m not like her or my husband. I never made friends quickly. I tend to read people’s expressions to well and at the hint that I feel my attention is unwanted I back off completely. My husband never catches the hint and eventually, they grow fond of him.
But my point is that it isn’t all about age. It’s about what we project to the world as we age.
Unless you go to a doctor’s office. They don’t care for women patients and they especially don’t care for older women who are going through changes.
So to answer your question. I try to be kind to myself and figure, dead is worse than getting old. So long as my brain is still functioning and I can wash and feed myself, I’m good. I try to remember to smile more in public.