Internally, I don’t think most people change. If you didn’t have a mirror or nobody to remind you what your age was, you’d probably feel as if you’re some other age.
I’m 46 now. I’m ok with it. But if I didn’t have a mirror or other people to put me in an age category, I’d probably consider myself 11 as I still have the same kinds of nerdy interests I always did.
But I’m ok with being [#] yrs old. They says I was a teenager from 13-19, so I guess I was. 20 bothered me because it had no name. 21 is “I can drink – I must be an young adult I guess!”
At 27, I got called “sir” and “mister” for the first time, and bosses stopped calling me “kid”. Crap, must mean I’m plain old “adult” now.
Past 35, they say that’s middle aged so I guess that’s what it is.
But internally? I’m the same.
Some people judge by age. Some people don’t. But I’m aware of this “man face” I wear on my skull and so I take responsibility in what I do and say. I use the privilege of being listened to because of this face, a privilege I didn’t have at 11, to try to make the world a little better with each interaction.
“I’m 46″. Does that make me any kind of authority? No.
But if I can use that implicit bias of others that it means something to help? I do.
Your perspective is yours and no one can rob you of it. Others may or may not agree with you but it’s always yours.