Ageism is so rampant in our culture. I went to grad school and earned an alternative masters degree so I could teach. I looked for work, and found one job, but the area I was living in was devastated by a hurricane, and with no available housing and two children that needed me, I chose to stay home. My husband worked for a small branch campus of a large university, and had a tiny salary. TINY. I needed to work to supplement our income, but no one would hire me because of my age. I had all the credentials, etc. I was good at it. We moved again to another state, and I had two "last-minute" hires in a row, and they were disastrous. I started blaming myself, and of course even though I have not been diagnosed as an Aspie, I am bi-polar (depressive), and descended into the dark pit of depression. I went back to school for a special education certification, and re-applied for work where I was living. No luck again.
People lucky enough to not have any kind of mental wiring issues really don't have empathy for those of us that are not part of the 90 per cent (my stats) that "fit in." It angers me so much!
So now I am in another Southern state, and 55, very, very broke, and frightened. My husband retired with no pension, we live on Social Security, have a daughter that is not diagnosed, but has severe issues herself, and I am afraid that I will never work again.
Does any rational principal believe that a 22 year old fresh out of college has any more experience, wisdom, or knowledge about calming kids down than a woman that raised two kids through some terrible experiences, with little money, and little support from family? My husband is bi-polar, and he is finally at a point in his life where he realizes that his bad choices and ineffective medications had much to do with our financial problems.
I am afraid to go on any interviews; they are kangaroo courts, and you can't even formulate an answer to their questions, since the wait time is three seconds. Thanks for letting me vent. Ageism is real. I am living it.