
SRES
When I was growing up, I was the middle child. In the order of life, the older sister demands attention and the younger sister is always considered “the baby” so it seems that they, naturally, would attract everyone’s attention. And I , being the middle child, was “invisible”.
Through the years, of course, I moved away from my sisters and found my own voice and attracted attention to myself through raising my family, my career, my friends, networking and my writing. 
Lately, I’d say in the last year, I seem to have become “invisible”. I walk into a grocery store or any store and no one even makes eye contact with me. I was at Panera Bread the other day, waiting in line, and a younger, much better looking person than me, just stepped right up in front of me and gave their order. I looked at myself up and down making sure that I was really all there. There have been so many instances where I feel that people don’t even see me anymore, sometimes if I didn’t side-step quick enough, I’d get run over.
Feeling a bit paranoid, I researched this subject and found that it is actually true. Around the age of 60, we become invisible, which is a little scary for some of us. There was a humerous article written in November 2010 by Sy Rosen called “The Funny Side of Life” about invisibility or the disappearing act. Our culture is so focused on the younger and prettier, the smarter and the wittier, we become obsolete because the younger are so fearful of the mental and physical frailness that they know lies ahead for all of them, that they choose to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist.
How does this make us feel about ourselves? One day we are an attractive woman/man and the next day, we have disappeared, it happens rather quickly. I look at it this way, I used to fuss about my hair and make-up and making sure that my clothes were all the latest styles, but I’ve relaxed that somewhat, remembering that no one is looking at me anyway, so why go to all the fuss. I’ve started to focus on the more important things in life, the things that really matter, like helping other people. And you can bet, when I see someone that’s “my age” or older, I go out of my way to notice them and make them feel valued.
We have a lot of living behind us, we’ve been through the “mill”, so to speak. We have the wisdom. In other countries, the older generations are honored and respected, but unfortunately, here in the US the young are put up on the pedestals and the older gernation is somewhat forgotten. Don’t let getting old mean merely senior discounts, feebleness and arthritis. If younger people don’t want to take the time to look at us or learn from our wisdom, it is their loss.