adjusting for the new year(s)
I know I have hit up on this a few times before, but it is increasingly stressed upon me how different things are relating to people now that I'm older.
First, it is hard for me to adjust to NOT having every conversation with every guy overshadowed by sex. (Even every woman, but in a different way.) It was always like that when I was younger and growing up, every man I talked to, every teacher, professor, co-worker, boss, 'friend', acquaintance, even family-friends -- sex would be hanging in the air... it would ALWAYS be there in the background... No matter what I said, or what conversation was taking place, it was like flirting, and 'sex' was there.
No matter how many times I thought someone was being genuine with me, it would end up with him trying to get in my pants. EVERY SINGLE TIME. And there was the rape. And there was the professor I looked up to... I slept with so many men I cannot even count due to my insecurities. I would think "this time is different" and they would still end up having had sex on their mind the whole time.
Now, in my 40s, I am not as attractive. I have become practically invisible. Men don't talk to me the same way and it is hard to adjust to. I don't even know if they look at me when they are talking to me.
At work, I think they might actually just be dismissing me sometimes when I talk. And if I talk to much, I could be seen as a 'bitch'.
It's a weird feeling.
As far as women, they used to treat me differently too (except for my dear, good & true few girlfriends). They would hardly talk to me but now they hardly talk to me in a different way, they dismiss me, like I am hardly worth the time.
I know I am supposed to like this now, I am supposed to enjoy the "freedom" of getting older and not caring what I look like anymore, but I am still on the cusp and things are still hard for me. I cannot seem to adjust yet.
What do you do when much of your identity/self-worth was built upon how pretty you were, and now you're not anymore? How you used to get jobs, how you used to have confidence, how your husband first saw you, how you used to meet people and try new things, and go new places, and how you used to have a social life? How even when you were in elementary school, strange men would stop along the street and try to pick you up? How do you relate to people now when they don't even look at you anymore and you know you shouldn't care about that kind of thing and you always knew it wasn't important, but now somehow it is again, and things are so strange and you have no confidence anymore?
2 comments:
Hi, lovely one. Is it possible to see this change as a development, from one form of beauty to another? I don't know who's telling you that you're no longer pretty. That is a lie.
What you can enjoy now is a sense of becoming yourself, without that mask of youthful prettiness that let people skip right over who you were as a person and go right to hitting on you. You are free from that.
I get the sense that you haven't fully made the transition from who you were, to who you are. To review, you are: beautiful, loved, kind, competent, funny. Make those qualities yours, and enjoy the newfound depth that growing older brings.
Shyness frequently presents as aloofness. People may not perceive that you're interested in their friendship. Reach out and show them that it is worth their time to know you, the fabulous you!
Xoxo
Maybe things have changed because you have changed. When you talk to people it isn't about sex? Maybe now it's just normal. You are a beautiful, wonderful person and don't let anyone tell you or make you feel any different. I've never had a life where my worth was built on my looks, I would consider myself normal looking. The only thing about me that is different from 90% of the population (except for you) is the red hair. I've just always believed that I can do anything I want if I put enough effort into it. You have a husband and friends who love and care about you.. all those other people can just kiss off :) I hope you have a Happy New Year! xo
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