Good question. Much “seniors’ accomodation” in BC is public, or at least partially publicly funded. Some private nursing homes get so much per bed from the government, private operations are seen as money saving.
Many seniors’ lives intersect the public realm when they require some level of assisted living. (There are those who can afford completely private care, of course.) Since there is government funding, bureaucrats get involved, social workers, etc. And that is the point at which the “policy” becomes more important than the person, often enough.
If an elder (lordy how I hate that word but it beats “senior” or “old person”, I guess) requires housing, she is put on a list and when her name comes up she is required to take that accomodation or lose her place, even if that accomodation is hundreds of miles from her family and friends, including her spouse if she has one. There are also countless instances of couples being separated in the care facilities.
It may be argued that these people should have provided better for their old age. It may also be argued that it’s not “our” problem, that we have no obligation to care for elders.
But in Canada, at least, we have, as a society, undertaken the responsibility of aiding the elderly, our social contract includes such care. Governments are awfully good at taking on these contracts but famously poor at fulfilling them in the spirit intended. Bureaucracy grows while compassion fades.
I feel a chill when discussing it, to be honest. My own mother is well-off and so far needs no care, at 83 she is a marvel of health and strength. I am technically not quite a senior citizen, at 63 I get the senior’s rate at the movies but don’t get the Old Age Pension which all Canadians get at age 65. My own old age is RIGHT there, though, that cold shadow at my shoulder. At what point will I lose my autonomy and enter that public stream?
As for “ageism”: a lot of people don’t experience racism themselves, or sexism, or homophobia, or any of those other nasty “isms” and that’s a good thing for them. But unless you die young, you’re going to get old. It’s one “ism” that waits for everyone and it’s no fun at all.