Some of them are at least. And that bothers me for some reason. Why does that bother me?
I am 52 now. But I still remember when I was in my 20’s. And I was just used to my doctors being older than me. Older, wiser and with more life experiences. Now many of them are younger than me (though fortunately not all).
Again, why should that bother me?
You should be happy you have doctors whose education is from this century:)
Seeing a young doctor used to bother me (in a silly way), because for 25 years, I had been used to seeing my doctor as a wise old man with gray hair and lots of experience.
But for the past 20 years or so, the doctor has often been a youngish attractive woman…and that’s okay with me. Ain’t I nice?
But I will openly say that I was put off, and bit worried, by the last doc I saw in the emergency room.
Now, I don’t mind that he looked like he was barely 22 years old.
It was the multiple nose piercings and tattoos that scared me.
It’s not so much age per se. It’s if their manner makes you (inwardly) ask “Does your mother know you’re out?”. Unfair, I know, as all the doctors I’ve had dealings with, at least with my current GP practice, make a point of explaining why they’re thinking and saying what they do, and not in a patronising way (I suppose that’ll happen one day - I’m nearly 73, after all). But I recognise OP’s predicament.
(Over here, it’s commonly said that you know you’re old when the police officers look as though they’re about 16. I always say, it’s not so much then, and it’s not when they start calling you “Sir” - it’s when you take it for granted that they damn well should call you “Sir” - that’s when you know you’re old).
Jesus, OP, get a life. Almost ALL of my doctors are younger than I am. And some of them are even women!
Way back in the late 90s, we had our first extremely young (to us) doctor. Privately, we called him Doogie, but never to his face. He was quite good, and I was sorry when we moved and had to find another.
I had a dentist who went to the same college I’d attended briefly. Except when I went there, it was a women’s college, but by the time he enrolled, twenty-some years later, it was co-ed. FWIW, he wasn’t a very good dentist, but I don’t think that had anything to do with his age.
My current primary care practitioner is a female NP who’s probably 30 years younger than I am. She’s great - she listens to me! What a concept! After too many older men who apparently felt women’s health wasn’t that big a deal, it’s wonderful to deal with a real professional. My current dentist is also a young woman (she just happened to buy the practice from a man) and so far, she’s impressed me. My eye doc is a man, but still younger than I am, which isn’t too surprising at my age. At 67, I expect most physicians my age have retired, as well they probably should.
A major sign of old-fartism is noticing that your physicians seem really young.
Before that happens, it’s common to experience disbelief at how young the major league baseball players are.
They always say you can tell you are getting older when the policemen start to look young. But I guess when it’s doctors, you’re REALLY ageing… 
I’m in the middle. I have some doctors older than me and some younger. I have classmates who have children older than my physical therapist.
As long as the person I am consulting, whether it’s a medical or some other specialist, knows more than me on the subject, that’s enough for me.
I did mention to my parents, at least the president’s older than them. Not by much, though.
Aging is such a weird experience. You don’t just remember when you were in your 20’s: on the inside, part of you is still 20; therefore, anybody younger than you is REALLY young. Furthermore, it’s taken you 52 years to amass whatever knowledge you’ve gained, so yikes! Someone younger must not know much…or so says that silly internal twenty-something.
It’s a very, very long learning curve.
My PCP/doctor is younger than I am, and I wish he were even younger. He’s going to retire before I’m dead, so then I’ll have to hunt for a new doctor, or take pot luck with whatever doctor the practice assigns me to. I was in that situation once before and ended up with a new (to me) doctor every year for three years. After that I went hunting for a different PCP. I like my doctor to remember who I am; second best is when I remember who s/he is.
Not only is my doctor younger than me, but he is retiring in two months and there are no replacements available. So much for the much-vaunted Quebec medicare.
I was about to say, it could be worse! I’ve been with my Dr 35+ years, (And has conveniently always had offices within walking distance of wherever I was living!) And she took over hubs too, when his Dr retired, about 20+ yrs ago.
She’s awesome, but I’m hesitant because I know one day very soon…she’ll be retiring, dammit! She already cut back her hours and passed off most of her patients to the younger Drs.
She’s part of a family health team, so when she does retire we will simply go onto one of the young Drs roster. (Very convenient, the Ont gov pressed for them over a decade ago. It’s a good set up.)
My mom had a dermatologist who was still working in his 90’s.
I was just thinking about that earlier today and it was the first thing I thought about when I saw the thread title. I don’t follow sports, at all, so the first time I heard some new baseball player was in their early 20’s (and I was in my late 20’s/early 30’s) it caught me off guard.
At least was a few more years before I started passing up football players.
One of the players in tonight’s Superbowl game graduated from my high school - 44 years after I did.
I’ve thought about starting a thread asking “what’s your mental age?”. I’m 56 but in my head I feel like I’m maybe in my early 30s-- old enough to have adult responsibilities, but certainly not old enough to be well into the AARP demographic. How’d that happen? How did more than 20 years get away from me? Mirrors are constantly taking me by surprise. I’m always reminded of the lyric to an old Leo Kottke song:
“If you look in the mirror it’s your father’s face
And the thin grin, the thin grin, the thin grin…”
I don’t mind the doctor being younger than me (or at least, I don’ t mind it very much). But when they look at ME as elderly, that’s irritating.
I saw a specialist 10 years ago who asked me “do you need help getting up on the table?” before taking my history. And then the first question in the history was “so, sir, do you still work, or are you retired?” And when I said I work full-time, he said “well, good for you!”
I was 49 years old.
And then one day you find yourself actually needing that help.
My father-in-law had to get used to the fact that one of his doctors was a high school friend of his son.