Let’s say the quiet part aloud.
Some senior communities feel like high school cafeterias with better lighting.
There are cliques. There is whispering. There are women who decide who is “in” and who is quietly pushed to the margins. And the most shocking part? The women involved have lived entire lifetimes. Raised families. Built careers. Survived loss.
A Sixty and Me reader recently asked me to write about this, and I didn’t hesitate because I saw it in my coaching practice too.
We expect wisdom to erase pettiness.
It doesn’t. Not automatically.
Years ago, I watched a scene in The Sopranos that stayed with me. Paulie’s mother was living in a senior community and found herself quietly excluded by a group of women she desperately wanted to belong to.
There was no screaming. No dramatic confrontation.
Just subtle dismissal. Social erasure.
I remember thinking: How can women who have experienced so much of life still wound each other this way?
Now, years later, I see versions of that same dynamic in real life in senior centers, assisted living communities, church groups, social clubs, even friend circles.
And I understand it differently.
Here’s the truth: competition doesn’t disappear with age. It simply changes form.
In our 20s, we compete over careers, education, partners, and opportunity.
In our 30s and 40s, competition often centers around children, whose child excels, whose family appears most stable, whose life looks “together.” Many parents unconsciously pour their identity into their children and compete through them.
As we move into midlife, status can revolve around financial security, homes, travel, marriage longevity, keeping up appearances in quieter ways.
And then we arrive at our senior years.
You would think by now we would know better.
But different insecurities emerge at different stages. And when identity shifts, old coping patterns can resurface.
Retirement. Widowhood. Health shifts. Downsizing. Adult children are living their own lives.
Many women are no longer:
Without those roles, a deeper question can surface:
Who am I now?
When identity feels uncertain, belonging becomes more important. In close-knit senior communities where people see each other daily, social hierarchies can form quickly.
Who sits where?
Who gets invited?
Who leads activities?
Who is admired?
Who is quietly sidelined?
It can look like adolescence.
But it isn’t regressing. It’s insecurity searching for footing.
Exclusion in our senior years cuts deeply because we expect more from ourselves and from one another.
We expect shared life experiences to bring empathy.
We expect hardship to soften us.
We expect wisdom to replace competition.
So, when cliques form or gossip circulates, it feels like betrayal not just socially, but philosophically.
But emotional maturity does not arrive automatically with age.
If someone never learned healthy communication at 16, she does not magically develop it at 76.
Growth remains a choice.
You do not need to gossip back.
You do not need to defend yourself publicly.
You do not need to win a social contest.
Calm emotional steadiness is power.
No single group should determine your worth. Take a class. Volunteer. Reconnect with old friends. Abundance weakens the grip of exclusivity.
When you know who you are, you are far less shaken by someone else’s insecurity.
Because that is often what this behavior is rooted in, fear.
Fear of being invisible.
Fear of not mattering.
Fear of losing relevance.
And fear, when unexamined, sometimes shows up as exclusion.
I’ve always believed that bullies need to be called out. Letting hurtful behavior slide only reinforces it.
But there’s a way to do it with diplomacy.
I was born with a no-nonsense attitude. If something is wrong or someone is wrong, it should be called out and addressed. Family dynamics are difficult, and my family had its share. I remember my sixth birthday party. For reasons too long to go into, certain members of my extended family were not invited. I realized years later it wasn’t meant to be exclusionary but to keep the peace.
This only child overheard adult conversations far too often, and I knew some family members were not invited. When they showed up and I opened the door, I said, “Sorry, you were not invited,” and slammed the door. Yes, it was brash and out of line for a little child – I agree – but as a child I was honest. I just lacked the maturity and diplomatic skills to put it the right way.
I learned those through the years, but that moment taught me something important: honesty is essential, but how you deliver it matters. Confronting hurtful behavior doesn’t mean being aggressive. It means being clear, composed, and respectful.
You can approach it like this:
For example:
“I know you probably don’t mean this the way it comes across, but I felt hurt when you excluded me from the discussion. I hope you’ll reconsider how that felt from my perspective.”
You’d be surprised at how often people back down when confronted with calm honesty. Many simply haven’t realized how their actions land.
You are not being aggressive. You are setting boundaries. You are maintaining dignity, both theirs and yours.
This is the part that matters most.
As we age, it becomes essential to intentionally cultivate our village.
Not just casual acquaintances. Not just social companions.
But the women who truly know us.
The ones who walked through marriages, divorces, illnesses, parenting struggles, career pivots, grief, and triumph with us.
The ones who remember who we were and who we are becoming.
Hold them even more dearly now. Tell them what they mean to you. Reach out if you haven’t heard from them in a while.
As time passes and mortality becomes more real, that circle will naturally grow smaller. Loss is part of this season of life.
That is precisely why we must both nurture the friendships we cherish and remain open to adding new souls to our village.
Friendship at this stage is not about status.
It is about depth. Loyalty. Emotional safety.
Those are the relationships that steady us when social drama tries to unsettle us.
Maybe our senior years are not a return to high school. Maybe they are our final opportunity to rise above it.
To model inclusion.
To choose kindness over competition.
To evolve instead of repeat.
A Sixty and Me reader asked me to address this because she was living it.
If you are too, you are not imagining it. You are not overly sensitive. And you are certainly not alone.
You are simply navigating another stage of human behavior with the awareness that only experience can bring.
Have you experienced cliques, exclusion, or subtle bullying in senior communities or friend groups? How did you handle it? How are you cultivating your village? Share your thoughts in the comments. Your story may help another woman feel seen, understood, and less alone.
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This is very typical of New England. People just do not extend themselves. I also find that in mixed age neighborhoods to a certain extent. Older people are not included.