When I’m 64

I received a phone call in the early morning hours last week.  When I tapped to answer, I immediately heard the song playing, “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?”  (My sister and BIL think they are so funny – smile.)  When the Beatles sang that song, they were young heartthrobs, and I am sure that being 64 sounded really old to them.   It used to sound old to me too… until now.  Age happens, but we determine how we are going to respond to it.

I have noticed that as people age, they often fall into some really annoying habits.  Habits that make other people not want to be around them.  This contributes to the ageism attitude that plagues our society. While I don’t think that these traits are a necessary byproduct of aging, I think that they are all too easy to fall into.   So, as I get older, I am trying not to default to these bad habits.  I already catch myself doing several of them, so it takes a conscious effort to avoid it. 

With tongue-in-cheek, I am going to refer to these common pitfalls of aging as “old person syndrome.”  A syndrome is a diagnosis that does not have a specific lab marker or scan to diagnosis it.  It is a group of symptoms that occur together that determines a specific condition, while the direct cause is not necessarily understood.  In this case, it is a group of behaviors or symptoms, that give older people a bad rap and cause others to avoid us. Below are six symptoms of this condition.  Of course, there are way more than six symptoms, so please share some that you see, experience or just plain drive you crazy, in the comments section below. Being a nurse, it only seemed right to follow-up with a recommended treatment for these symptoms as well. 

The sky is falling.  The world is going to hell in a handbasket.  All young people are rude. Doesn’t anybody work anymore?  Don’t kids go to school anymore? The government and healthcare are corrupt and broken (well, that one might be true).  You get the point.  One morning over coffee, I asked Mr. U to help me come up with some grumpy old people statements. The ones above were just a few of them. Matter of fact, it was all too easy to come up with a whole slew of them; many of which we have said ourselves. That is concerning in and of itself.  I loved the movie Grumpy Old Men.  But it made us laugh because we could relate.  We usually don’t think something is funny unless there is a sliver of truth to it.

Treatment for symptom #1: Spend time every day identifying three things that you are grateful for. Research suggests that this simple practice helps people feel more positive and happier.

In the last couple of years, I have met way too many people around my age who only talk about themselves.  After a 15-minute conversation with them, I know every trip they have been on for the past ten years, every job they held since they were 20 years old, and the ages of all their children and where they live.  I doubt they even recognized that I might have children too or have traveled to some of the same places they mentioned.   There is no give and take in these conversations.  And I use that term loosely because these aren’t really conversations.  They are more like a verbal autobiography.  Part of this I bring on myself because I am curious about people and ask lots of questions.  I enjoy hearing about other peoples’ lives…to a point.  But I also want to take part in the conversation.  Friendships develop out of a sharing of mutual interest and thoughts.  After a conversation like this with someone, I have no desire to talk with them again. 

The treatment for symptom #2:  The best way to avoid falling into symptom #2 is to follow Dale Carnegie’s famous quote.

“You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.”

Dale Carnegie

The fact is our physical bodies decline as we age. Many of us in our 60’s and beyond will have some chronic health condition and/or have had previous surgeries. The national Library of Medicine reports that more than 74% of adults aged 60-74 use prescription medications. That is a lot of fodder to talk about. I met up with some friends recently and I noticed that we spent the first 20 minutes discussing health issues. It is normal. It is our reality at this point in life. It is helpful to hear other people’s experiences and to compare notes. And it can be therapeutic. But it is a slippery slope. The conversation can easily become all you talk about the entire time. Fortunately, my friends are also engaged in life and after discussing health concerns, we quickly moved on to other topics.

Treatment for symptom #3: If you find a conversation spiraling down into a healthcare saga, try changing the subject or joking about how this is all we talk about at our age and then gently move the conversation in another direction. Have some questions in your back pocket that you can use to trigger a new discussion.

Kenny Chesney has a moving song about playing football in high school, called The Boys of Fall. In it there is a line that refers to the men in town having coffee together the next morning and dissecting the game. The line is, “the old men will always think they know it all.” I think this has also been referred to as “armchair quarterbacks.” But it doesn’t just happen with sports, and it doesn’t just happen with men. Why is it, as we get older, we seem to feel this need to bestow our wisdom on everyone? Yes, we have learned a lot over time. Yes, we are smart and experienced, but people don’t want to hear about it and younger people definitely do not want us telling them what to do. Unfortunately, sometimes you just have to experience life for yourself to learn. And that is O.K. Perhaps even necessary.

Treatment for symptom #4: Ask astute, thoughtful, questions. Asking someone insightful questions can help them to think through a situation and come to a wise decision on their own. And on the rare occasion that someone asks for our opinions, be grateful and share some of that hard earned wisdom with them. Just stop when their eyes start to glaze over or roll up into their heads.

We are retired for goodness sake.  We have more time than most of the young people who are busy working and raising a family.  The other day, an older person (yes, even older than me) cut in front of me at the grocery store.  Seriously?  I am as bad as the next person about being in a hurry, so I am consciously trying to remember that I have time enough.  I had a chance to practice this last week.  I was in a long line at the Post Office (of course, it is December) and the lady behind me was straddling a sleeping toddler on her hip while juggling a couple boxes to mail.  She seemed very surprised, and appreciative, when I told her to go ahead of me in line.  A simple kindness.  It felt so good to do that I might just seek out other opportunities to do it again. 

The treatment for symptom #5:  Allow yourself plenty of time to get things done and then slow down and be conscious of others around you who probably have a better reason to be in a hurry.   

A few of the older men in my family, who shall not be named, have a habit of this. We all got to the point that, if someone launched into a story that we heard too many times, we would put our fingers up (no, not the middle finger) to let them know how many times we had heard the story already. The more fingers, the more times you have heard the story. Sometimes you need your toes too. It has become a fun way to say, already heard that one…a lot. However, the rule was, if you could adequately embellish the story or add a new twist, then you could repeat it.

“Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.”

Mark Twain

Treatment for symptom #6: If it is a group of people you spend a lot of time with, chances are they have heard it before. As a group, agree that you can let each other know how many times you have heard a story by raising your fingers to let them know not to repeat it again. Better yet, get out there and start creating some new stories to tell!

Is old person syndrome inevitable?

Ageism is a very real discrimination/judgement that exists in our current society. We can complain about ageism, or we can take steps to mitigate it by not contributing to the stereotype. We will get older.  As the sayings goes, it beats the alternative.  However, getting older does not mean that we have to develop old person syndrome.   I know first-hand that old person syndrome is not a necessary part of aging, because my dad does not have it and he is 96 years old.  He still asks other people about their lives, only tells his great stories when prompted to do so, and he stays engaged and interested in life. He continues to be kind and thoughtful of others. He has definitely avoided old person syndrome. He is my role model of how to age gracefully.

While I do not look forward to birthdays with anticipation anymore, there is one thing I do look forward to on my birthday every year.  My wonderful sister and BIL host a birthday dinner for me and my immediate family.  (Don’t worry, I return the favor on her birthday.) We had such a lovely evening that it almost made it fun to turn 64…almost.

Freedom to Become Ourselves

Parental warning:  foul language ahead.

There are so many things I enjoy about retirement.  Some expected, like slow mornings where I am not shaken to life by an alarm clock, and some are unexpected.  The unexpected things have been fun surprises that unfold before me.  But beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most unexpected aspect of retirement is that I have settled into myself.  For lack of a better term, I have become more my “authentic” self without pretense.

I am hearing it from my women friends.  I am hearing it from women readers.  And I am feeling it myself.  Somewhere in the busyness of our lives, we lose sight of who we are and what we love to do.  I think that it gets buried under the roles, expectations, and responsibilities we take on.  I chose and loved those roles, but by the time you meet all of the expectations and responsibilities associated with them, there isn’t much time or energy left for yourself.  I suspect that this is true for men as well, but I can only speak from my perspective. 

What is it about retirement that frees us up to be more ourselves?  More satisfied with who we are.  More comfortable in our own skin.  Why now, in our 50’s and 60’s, in the sunset of our lives? I am sure a lot of it comes with the wisdom of age, but I can’t help but think that retirement plays a big part in that as well.  If that is the case, then what is it about working that prevents us from being truly ourselves?  What is it about aging and this newfound freedom in retirement that releases our inner child?  I think it boils down to that one word…freedom.   

Time freedom

We finally have the extra hours in the week to do those things that we wanted to but never had the time for.  We get to explore neglected parts of ourselves that got shoved on a shelf because we could not fit it into our busy lives.  We are free to explore long, forgotten interests.  We are also free to explore new aspects of ourselves.  Maybe you have always wanted to learn Spanish or play the guitar.  Now you have the time to do that.  I have always had an interest in writing and considered writing a blog long before I retired.  Once I retired, I had the time to delve into it and this blog was born.  It is scary and vulnerable to put yourself out there where you are subject to other’s scrutiny. You have to get past that fear (which I still feel a little bit when I hit the “publish” button). This leads right into the next freedom…

Freedom from what others think

In retirement, I am free from having to fit into the expectations of others.  The last several years of my career I was in administration at our local college.  All student and faculty issues in my division landed on my desk.  After more than a few errors in judgement, you learn the art of diplomacy quickly.  People would often comment on my calm approach under pressure.  I called it practicing my “non-shocked” look.  You learn to mask your opinions and bring them up in a more diplomatic manner.  It is a wonder I did not bite my tongue off holding back on what I felt like saying.  Maybe, sometimes, what I should have gone ahead and spoke. 

“She silently stepped out of a race that she never wanted to be in, found her own lane, and proceeded to win.”

Pam Lambert

For women in leadership roles, if you speak your mind, you are considered a bitch and if you don’t, you are considered weak and indecisive.   You are always trying to walk that line. In retirement, the pressure to walk that fine line is off.    Please note, that I am not suggesting we totally lose our filter; we all know grumpy old people that have done that, and I do NOT want to be one of them.  However, we don’t have to worry about people judging us anymore. So what if someone does not like what you said or did? What are they going to do…fire you?

Freedom from role expectations

You learn to modify and bend who you are to fit into the expectations for the roles you hold in life.  The work environment has certain expectations of how you should behave and dress in order to fit in and be effective.  You express yourself in a more professional manner.  It is part of the expectation of the job.  You also partially modify who you are in order to be a good role model for your kids.  How many times have you felt like telling off the mean kid that hurt your child or an unreasonable teacher but stopped yourself because you wanted to model constraint to your children.   Or held your tongue when you wanted to cuss at a rude, narcissistic driver, but didn’t because your children and their friends were in the car.  Once we are no longer an employee and our children are adults, we release ourselves from these expectations.  We are free to be ourselves without worrying about the effect it will have on others. Of course, as mentioned above, this is not a free license to be a rude, unkind person. Kindness matters. It is encouragement to be more yourself. Except in the car. You can still cuss at narcissistic drivers.

Freedom from the illusion of perfection

I think most of us have strived for that elusive goal of perfection:  the perfect mother, perfect wife, perfect employee, perfect daughter, perfect body, perfect home…the list goes on and on.  Now I am becoming perfectly OK with being imperfectly myself.  Such freedom.  I look back on all the roles I juggled and my determination to do them all perfectly, and it exhausts me.  I think we should always strive to be our best selves, but when is it good enough?   In my younger years I would never make a quick trip to the grocery store without full-on makeup. Now I realize that people will still speak to me, and the store clerks will still wait on me even if I don’t have an ounce of make-up on, am wearing old sweats, and have my hair pulled back (and not in one of those cute messy twists). Now I feel freer to be my unique self, warts and all.  No apologies.  Accepting ourselves for who we are is wonderfully freeing.  

“If tomorrow, women woke up and decided they really liked their bodies, just think how many industries would go out of business.”

Dr. Gail Dines

Freedom from making everyone else happy

I think that women often go through this feeling as they hit their 50’s…. I have heard it described as the “F-you 50’s.”  (I will let you figure out what the “F” stands for.)  I think older women are tired of turning themselves inside out for everyone else’s comfort and happiness.  I willingly and happily did it for years and I would not change that.  But eventually, once the responsibilities lighten up, you have time to reassess.  You hit a wall, and something has to give… and you are not willing to let it be you anymore.  Most women are wired to be givers and nurturers.  We are the ones that give everyone else the coveted middle cinnamon roll or lose precious sleep waiting for a teenager to get home.  We are the ones that will stay with all of the beach stuff so that everyone else can play in the waves.  We are the ones that don’t delegate the despised task at work because we recognize that everyone else is also too overloaded to take it on.  Perhaps, just like giving up the T.V. remote control, we have given up part of ourselves in the process.  Now we are ready to take her back. 

Maybe part of accepting our true selves comes with age, but retirement provides us the freedom and time to really explore it.  Live it.  Indulge in it.  It is one of the great surprises that came with retirement.  It makes me wonder what other wonderful aspects of retirement are still in store.