Is Invisibility Chosen or Imposed?

Do the younger generations ignore the presence of their elders, or are we making ourselves unseeable to them?

Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash

A squeak to the right of the bell curve is a modest little dot. That’s me — the minuscule spec of a flawed perfectionist dangling her feet over a mid-life crisis. The date on my birth certificate pronounces me as a Baby Boomer, just barely. The end of a generational classification. Not the very end. I was born in February, not on December 31, 1964, at 11:59 p.m. Somewhere “out there” in the universe, an interesting person holds the honor of being the very last Boomer ever born. Not me. I am an average, run-of-the-mill Baby Boomer.

— Excerpt from Walking Old Roads — A Memoir of Kindness Rediscovered

I am a play-by-the-rules gal who does not strive to be the life of a party. I’m fine over here enjoying the entertainment provided by those who shine much louder than me. Performers need an audience, and I am happy to oblige. I’ve considered my life in the shadows of others to be my choice. As my generation peaks the hill and heads down the other side, I begin to question whether my choice to live in the comfortable peacefulness of quiet obscurity is good for me, or good for the generations that follow.

The pharmacy staff call her Miss Mary. “How are you today, Miss Mary, and what can we do for you?”

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Tammy Hader - Author of Walking Old Roads

Ex-accountant, lifetime cat lover and avid wearer of hats. Author of Walking Old Roads available on Amazon.com. Visit me at https://tammyhader.com.