I think I'm being overly sensitive, but I'm tired of people calling me "Sweetie." Ok, they could be whispering "what a pain in the neck she is" or something along those lines.
Actually, just because I'm older and in my "Golden Years" I still want to be called Jeannette or Mrs. Jordan but not Sweetie. I guess if someone doesn't know you enough that's their way of responding.
I know it is trivial. In fact, there are far more things to think about. But it seems like everytime I'm on the phone with a doctor's office or even if I ask for help with my groceries when I'm in a supermarket I get the same reply: "Thank you Sweetie." Or sure Sweetie we can get someone to help you to your car. It certainly isn't disrespectful, but when I was younger - like in my 50s - no one called me Sweetie. Up until recently I always managed to bring my groceries to the car. In fact, I'm sure I will be doing it again.
I had a couple of procedures on my back and was told not to lift. I'm only following instructions. In the meantime, Sweetie, let me feel younger and not ready to leave this earth. I do not feel older even if my birth certificate says I was born in 1932. I volunteer and still able to write a blog, bake, cook, do dishes, clean house and go shopping.
So from now on let's think twice before calling me or any other older person "Sweetie." C'mom, does anyone out there have a better name? How about "Deary." Only kidding!