The trouble is that we grew up in an age that idolised youth, and we are still surrounded by the cult of youth.
Look at fashion: how many of the clothes shown in adverts or in the shops would look good, or even suitable on a woman of seventy (my age)? They are designed for young women, barely out of their teens. This would not worry me if it were actually possible to find clothes that looked good on a woman of my age and size (1,62 metres and 56 kg) If I weighed 15 or so kilos more I might just be able to find clothes, but I don't.
The cult of youth insiduous in that it makes the media assume that anyone over 50 is past it, approaching senile dementia and other trials of old age.
Statistics show that only about 5% of those of us who have retired are incapacitated by old age, or any of all the ailments that are constantly talked of.
However, most of us have noticed that we have slowed down a bit, see or hear less well than formerly, no longer feel confident about doing some of the things we used to do without a blink.
On the bright side we have a lot of experience and probably more patience than we did have forty or fifty years ago.