Kenneth Lopez19 said:So, by that I mean 70 and up. What’s your take on this—do the older generations get in the way of the younger ones?
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It's an interesting topic and feels like one we haven't touched on yet, so edit:
Ageism (ageism) refers to prejudices based on a person's age, though we usually focus on biases against the elderly.
It stems partly from gerontophobia—an irrational fear or hatred of aging and older people.
When explaining ageism and gerontophobia, Terror Management Theory (TMT; Greenberg et al., 1986) is the dominant framework. Put simply, older people serve as a reminder of our own fragility and mortality, highlighting the limits of our lifespan. Out of fear for our own deaths, older individuals trigger anxiety in us, which we attempt to manage by rejecting them. It's a way to distance ourselves from what we might eventually become.
Ageism is just a prejudice against our own terrifying future selves. (Nelson Mandela, 2009).
We can distinguish between benevolent and hostile ageism. Benevolent ageism involves viewing older people through stereotypes rooted in pity or a fear of aging. Hostile ageism involves active dislike or repulsion, viewing the elderly as worthless or otherwise negative.
Speaking for myself here.
I stopped by to see my old biology professor today.
Turns out she's near the end of her road and isn't doing great health-wise—she's about eighty now.
Her mind is still incredibly sharp, though; we had a great talk.
It doesn't bother me that she struggles to get around—I felt the need to help her out with some small things around the house. We actually made a plan for me to drop in every once in a while.
My grandfather was born in '26, a man with three college degrees under his belt. He's battling galloping dementia right now, which is heartbreaking.
I love visiting him, even if it’s always a bit heavy—you get this feeling like a wonderful person is just fading away right in front of you. I often ask if he could stay with me for a few days, but that’s not happening (my uncle and aunt are looking after him and my grandma).
With my other grandfather, I was his only company for quite a while before he passed—we were very close.
So, yeah—there are elderly
people I truly care about.
I work for a private employer who is in that 70+ bracket.
He's perfectly healthy, unfortunately—mostly because he's the most corrupt and dishonest person I've ever met.
Honestly? If he collapsed at my feet tomorrow, I don't think I'd even offer him a glass of water.
I'd probably just walk right past him and keep moving.
Bottom line: how much I care about elderly
people depends entirely on whether they actually act like human beings, rather than just shells that happen to look like them.