Diane’s knee has been hurting for years, but like so many of us, her plate was full of other peoples’ problems and more pressing issues that always took priority, so when she finally had the chance to talk to a doctor about it, she was distressed at how the exam went. After some poking and prodding, he informed her that there was nothing wrong with her knee.
“Really? How can that be?” She was bewildered. “It hurts so bad that I can’t –“
“You sound disappointed,” he snapped, as he scribbled on his electronic clipboard.
“I’m not disappointed, I’m surprised,” she replied defensively.
“You should be happy. It means there’s nothing to fix.”
“Oh, yes there is: HIS FUCKING ATTITUDE!”
That was me, of course, on the phone with Diane, interrupting as usual,and it was, naturally, the beginning of a rant. But first I had to let her rant. You see, Diane was new to this “middle-ageism” business. Oh, she’s been in the middle of her Fifties for a while, but after taking a brutal beating trying to defend herself in an acrimonious divorce from a sociopath, Diane felt more comfortable holed up in her home, trying to recover and heal from years of lonely battle. She rarely ventured out, so she wasn’t accustomed to the Treatment that we MAW*s are used to.
Now that she was contemplating her treatment aloud, the fire started burning. “He never even asked me how it could have happened,” she realized, “It never even occurred to him that it could have been a sports injury, which is the first thing he would have asked –“
Welcome to the world of Condescending Marginalization, Diane. It’s crowded as hell here, and no one gives a shit. But at least we can rant together.
*Middle aged woman/women