I could have been highly offended, and justifiably so. Instead, I made a conscious decision not to be. His words, although definitely not seasoned with salt, summed up for me in a nutshell the shared plight of many women over 40. This particularly applies to those of us who, either by choice or by circumstance, remain single. Fostered by a youth-enamored society, the assumption is that rather than being in any way enhanced by age, women are tarnished by it.
At the age of 30, I was diagnosed with Multiple Personality Disorder. The diagnosis was actually a blessing, as well as a curse. The blessing? It clarified, identified, and explained bewildering behaviors, irrational fears, and confounding symptoms that I'd experienced my entire life. It set things in order. Now things made sense. I made sense, and I begin to see myself as I never had before.