Among the many impacts that COVID-19 has had on our society there is one unexpected one for me. These days, I am proudly announcing my age as my passport to getting vaccines that will keep me healthy and alive.
It’s been a long time since I proudly proclaimed my age
publicly, because ageism is real, my friends.
I never wanted to have my experience minimized because I’ve lived this
long. Strangely enough, I want to live
even longer than I already have.
You remember those age-related milestones that we were happy
to acknowledge:
“I’m 16! I can get
my driver’s license!” This was
purely hypothetical for me, as the local driver’s ed class would interfere with
my waitress job at Winky’s Drive-In Restaurant and my family had this rigid
work ethic thing going on. I knew that
even if I got my driver’s license, my parents would never let me drive their
car, and I could get literally anywhere I needed to go without one. When I was about ready to graduate college, I
got my license.
“I’m 18! I can vote!” This was an interesting process
for me because I was a student at Clarion State College at the time. Because I fancied myself a bit of a maverick
and independent thinker, I wanted to register as an Independent, and not affiliate
with either of the major political parties. The registrar in Clarion had never
heard of such a thing, I could not convince him that this was a “thing,” and he
simply didn’t know how to do it. Honestly, the universe really didn’t want me
to be a maverick just like it didn’t want me to be a hippie, so I relented and
registered as a Democrat.
“I’m 21! I can
drink legally!” I remember this one
fondly, because I turned 21 at 12:10 a.m. on a Saturday (Friday evening), and
the student apartments at Clarion where I lived were handily adjacent to a
bar. Some friends and I marched over there,
and I had my first legal drink the second I turned 21. That was fun.
I was a Junior in college on that fateful day, so we won’t talk about
the illegal drinks I had before then.
And now we skip, just a few years ahead, to the latest
one:
“I’m 65! I can get the COVID vaccine/booster shot!”
Even before all this COVID mess, and despite my general
aversion to needles, I was always a staunch supporter of vaccines. You mean
that by having a shot, I can prevent a disease that at the very least will make
me miserable and at its worst may kill me?
Sign me up! I had vaccines when I was a kid, my child had them, and I
grew up to take whatever preventive shot they would allow me to take.
So, you had better believe that during the horror show that was
2020, I was more than eager to sign up for my COVID vaccine just as soon as it
was available. I turned 65 in March of 2021 but was able to get the shot in
February because (and I’m not bragging) I had a few other risk factors that
suggested that if I did contract the virus, the outcome might not be so good.
Of course, it wasn't too long before any adult in this country who wants one (with a few exceptions) could get the vaccine, but I was happy to get it early. I breathed an especially heavy sigh of relief when my loved
ones and I received the original vaccine, and my sigh was even more heartfelt
when I received my booster shot two days after they became available to people 65
and older.
I can’t help but to be grateful to have reached the age of 65,
alive and well enough to enjoy my life with prospects of living to be even older due in part to the vaccinations. I suppose I subscribe to my father’s
philosophy. He once told me, in his late
80’s, “The thing is I’m just not ready to go yet. There’s always something to
look forward to.”
So grateful for vaccines! And so happy you have been able to get the booster. Here's too lots more to look forward to. -Deb & Val
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to be reading your words again!
ReplyDeleteVery nice Sharon! Life begins at 60!
ReplyDelete(…or when one retires.) Can’t believe how much music and art I missed while buried in a job of engineering, technology, and contract research.
You left out one sad but very true part of ageism. Try getting a new job when you are 55 years old.
ReplyDeleteI was 54 years old when Hewlett-Packard eliminated an entire layer of middle managers as a cost-cutting maneuver to improve their balance sheet prior to taking over one of their biggest competitors. I was one of many hundreds of managers to be cut loose, but because I was so close to the "rule of 70" (your age + years of service) that they had to keep me until one day after my 55th birthday to avoid being sued for age discrimination.
It took me six months to find another job. I don't remember how many resumes I sent out, but I do remember that the interviews were few and far between. I eventually landed a job at SAP America as a Director of Marketing for their Cloud Computing Solutions. SAP is the 3rd largest business software company in the world behind only Microsoft and Oracle.
I retired from SAP in 2018 after ten years with the company, but I still consider Hewlett-Packard as the best place I ever worked, even after losing my job there. (PS - Retirement is wonderful!)
I did touch on this when I said that I didn't always reveal my age because of ageism and that included in the workplace. Glad you found something and that you are enjoying retirement now!
DeleteThe Drivers License story really hit home! I actually passed my DL test right after my 16th birthday knowing full well I was never going to be able to drive our only car. Like you, I could get anywhere I wanted walking-I finally got to drive a car when I was promoted to manager of the MISC store in Greengate mall and my boss "lent" me a 1974 AMC Gremlin to get there! Thankfully, I was already dating Ron at the time so when I came out to the parking lot after work and there was a green liquid trail coming from beneath the car he knew just what to do! Ohhhh the 70's!
ReplyDeleteI love this story, Debbie! Thank goodness for Ron!
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