The official term for ‘old’ is now ‘older’. So nobody will be old until they are the oldest. My mother-in-law is 103, and is,mI think, the oldest person she knows. I had a great-aunt who admitted to feeling ready to go on her way as she had out-lived all her friends and had not had children. So there’s one answer.
I have multiple disabilities including restricted mobility, poor balance, peripheral neuropathy with hand tremor, fatigue, and shortness of breath. I am now 70, but have had to give up my voluntary activities because of my physical difficulties. At coffee after church I am invited to sit with a lady with dementia who’s also in a wheelchair but who was once a very active church member. A lot of the friends I mad in retirement at local U3A interest groups have died - they were in their 80s and 90s, whilst the people my own age are in active outdoor groups while I had t restrict myself to sedentary groups. I am, to all tents and purposes, 15- 20 years or so older than my chronological age. I am lucky to be alive at all, since all my health issues are the result of radiotherapy and chemo for a lymphoma I had 47 years ago, and from which I am one of the most long-standing survivors. So every calendar year that I clock up feels like an achievement.
I simply feel the way I do - who knows whether that’s old or not. We form our ideas of what it means to be old when we are very young - my granny was ancient when I was little, but my first memories of her are from when she was 54. If you don’t think you are old and want to find out, ask a six-year-old - they will tell you. But if you like pâté or mayonnaise made with real raw egg yolks, don’t ask a dietitian or even your practice nurse - they will tell anybody over 75 that elderly people shouldn’t be eating such things any more.
I think we all know what we have to look forward to and ‘feeling young’ is what we do to deflect what we might feel about that. Having had a long time to consider this, I guess I’ve come to the point when I’m more accepting of my fate, and don’t mind looking it in the eye, though I'm finding it harder to feel convinced that there’s any point in having a bucket list, so am just prioritising enjoying each moment in my own way.
I just hope that saying these things explicitly won’t upset you all - I’m OK but the fear of hurting others remains present, and that isn’t my intention.