Menopausal Monday #11

#rantalert

You know that crescendo rage you feel building up when someone talks to you like you have a learning disability? I am an absolute advocate for people to be addressed politely but some people do it in such a way it’s offensive (if anyone is totally entitled to feel offended is menopausal women). There’s being polite and there’s being condescending. And we all know this is a current trend, it’s not a targeted behaviour.

We built entire civilizations, created world order, yet we are no longer allowed to dream big or have high knowledge ambitions. We live in a twisted world, where children are rewarded for doing the bare minimum, what has always been commonly accepted as a society expectation. The new generations are being given (chasing even) the tools not to achieve, to find shortcuts to get from A to B without the joy of the journey. They are experts in how to not be happy, how to not feel fulfilled.

But women of all statistic groups are the ones mostly targeted. For being a woman, not saying that we can’t do something, but implicitly tipping that you might need a cheat technique to achieve it like a man.

For being single, when we’re feeling lonely, being told by our married friends that we don’t really want a partner or children, because it’s all too much, and our freedom will be over.

For being a mother, funnily enough, by other mothers (we can be real bitches to each other), telling us we’re doing great, whilst politely offering their suggestion of the way they REALLY feel is the right way to parent.

The truth is in close relationships, people we love do it, even without noticing, finishing my sentences, correcting me, not repeating something I didn’t catch the first time.

We’re demeaned by co-workers, who believe a position is synonym of intelligence and superiority, when we could do their job with our eyes closed, but choose not take that challenge, because money does not pay for integrity nor peace of mind.

I hate condescendence and belittling people. It makes me feel small and incapable. I’d rather be told I’m rubbish but being given the opportunity to improve or gain skill to be good at something than to accept and dwell in the feel of failure. How can someone be told it’s ok to be a failure and not do something about it? And not to be offered options. To me it feels like the person patting my back is even more useless than me.

I’m so glad I was born when I was born. Given the chance, I would always choose to be born earlier, not later. I wouldn’t want to be born into a time where opportunities to grow are being restricted by society, where generations are being dumbed down by technology, where lazyness is rewarded for the comfort of the few. There’s only one word for it: SHEEPLE 😟 Now, this is a topic for another category…