I like to think I am still not quite looking my age, that one only you can judge, but feeling it that's different. That varies from day to day.
I know I was lucky enough to retire at sixty because I felt
I had lots to do whilst having the energy to do it. I am happy to be growing
old and feel satisfied with what I have achieved and who I have become. All I
fear is being ill and needing to be dependent upon a health service which may
not want to look after me, or know what my basic needs are. I am also afraid
that the home I have worked for will be lost to pay for any care I may need. My
generation were the first working class to buy our own homes and these homes
are a form of legacy to give to our children and grandchildren and yet we will,
more than likely, have nothing left because of low interest rates on our meagre
savings. We expected to be able to leave our family comfortable because no one
did that for us. We are the post war generation who brought skills to Britain
through poorly paid and long apprenticeships living frugally as our parents had
taught us from their experiences during the war. We are the generation who child-minded grand-
children, who cared for our own elderly and did not ask the state for help and
yet we are left dangling as to what will become of us the generation who will
outlive all generations before us. We are part of the statistic of the ‘heavy
burden of the elderly’ which the media talks of.
Helen Hayes said ‘Age is not important unless you’re
cheese’ I fear she may be right.
Age creeps up, a cliché I know but sadly it is true,
as a young woman I would never have considered how it felt to be getting old
and indeed why should I? Although I watched my mother age and she was
ninety-four when she died as was her mother before her. I still could not
imagine myself getting there. I have been blinkered with the unconscious
philosophy of ‘It won’t happen to me’ another cliché. Aging is full of them.
Past it, over the hill, doddering, what can you expect when you’re getting old,
losing your marbles, deaf as a post and so on?
If I go to the doctor for any reason at all I am
told that this pain or that ache is due to aging, that or being over weight. It’s
frustrating especially when you know it isn’t true. Then the last straw is when
the dentist tells you your gum recession is to do with age. Next news I’ll be
reading the obituaries to see how many people I know have died.
How can I argue that I am not feeling my age when
after lunch the pull to fall asleep in the chair is irresistible, accompanied
by husband, dog and cat we all zed for an hour before dinner, mind we are all
of a similar age in terms of doggy and cat years that is. Nowadays comfort is
essential and yet never dreamt about in my youth, getting the bra off after
dinner and letting everything hang free, husband moving his belt down a notch
and slippers a daily essential.
I think the best bit about getting older, is the
freedom to shout at the telly, to become a sofa protester. I am also becoming
that old lady who shouts at passing cars and gives the V sign to traffic
wardens. I have banged on a car door and thrown rubbish back in to that someone
who threw it out in the first place. I am that old woman who mouths f’off to
those who pinch the space I have been waiting to park in. Being older means I have the pleasure of ranting at
the young who act like rabble. Being older means being foolishly fearless,
perhaps facing down a gang of yobs or shouting at an injustice in the
supermarket. I think I have learned a
confidence that has made me both bold and ignorant of the consequences.
I just wish that the experience and knowledge I have
acquired over my lifetime would be useful in the here and now. It is my belief
the retired British population is a wasted commodity in society today and the
talent we worked so hard to acquire is lost forever. Our skills, education and
life experience is no longer of value and certainly not respected. Of course we
must make way for change because we have been a part of it throughout our
lives, one must always make way for change and we the more mature members of
society although we rant about its difficulties, know it is inevitable. It
would appear that in some ways the government is making some attempt by
increasing the length of our working life however, I think it’s not about
making the older generation important it’s more about the financial
implications and the cost to the country.
Maybe we as the older generation need to push what
we know out there, offering to mentor those who struggle with their lives as we
have before them. I have in the past done voluntary work in the hope of putting
something back only to find that my past experience was ignored by the employed,
discounted as if I had not had a life and certainly not a professional one.
Maybe with this rant I have stirred you enough to want to jump up and prove me
wrong.
Albert Einstein said ‘One must never think of the
future because it will come soon enough’
This article was first published in the North Wales Weekly News 2011
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