I used to get the same thing. Except no one seemed ashamed; instead, they would laugh at me. Once I was out at a restaurant with my family and some "friends" and I used the word eagerly in a sentence, and the whole table cut me off to laugh at me. I WISH I could get shame as a reaction! That would be so satisfying and refreshing to watch.
And honestly, maybe it's better that they avoid you after that. People who treat you like that based on your appearance alone are not quality people and they don't deserve to be your friend.
I don't go to social gatherings much anymore, but when I did and brought a book to read, people would always come up and ask me what I was reading. I got so fed up with it I decided to do an experiment by taking Black Butler manga to church and reading it in the lobby; that way, if anyone asked me what my book was about, I'd say, "It's about a boy who sells his soul to a demon in exchange for revenge on his parents' murderers," just to see how they'd react. But since I was ready for it, no one ever asked me.
I wish there were some way I could express my intelligence with my workplace harassers. It'd be interesting to see their reactions. But I can't come up with a clever response to their comments on the spot.
I've discovered that too, through my work harassment experience. Instead of treating everyone the same, they choose how to treat an individual based on appearance. I too am young-looking and female, and I get treated like a silly toy.
For that reason I honestly can't wait to go gray. I'm NEVER going to color my hair, not once. We'll see how people treat me once I'm older. I think it's weird that people are treated differently based on their age. I never talk down to kids (even though I generally don't like kids).
Umbrella---wow! You really, really understand what I am experiencing. I think it is because, as you said, small, quiet female......bam!
One thing.....when you grey, it alll changes and for the worse. When you are young, you get lots of interactions like you mentioned about the shopping cart.... and your worldview starts to form around the interactions we have with people.
It may be infuriating and unfair, but how we think of ourselves is largely based (even if we are trying to NOT let it happen) on how others treat us. So I used to give a goofy smile. I would smile a lot. People used to like my smile.
THEN when you are grey? You are LITERALLY IGNORED. I used to think how nice it would be to be ignored, but this is: bleeding in the middle of the street ignored. I mean "Can you please pull this knife out of my liver" kind of ignored. I mean, "Sorry we missed your tumour. We didn't think you were worth it," kind of ignored.
If people do interact, for the most part, it is only to try to discern why I am so weird and it's not in a kind way. When I smile now, it's like some kind of joke, a joke on no one but me. After years of being trained like a dog to smile at people who make comments to me....now? Now that exact same behaviour makes me look even odder.
In fact, all the things people used to like, the special interests, the quirkiness.....when you are quirky at 23, oh...that is endearing......at 40? Laughable.
Certain people are still decent to me. OK like one or two, and they are people who knew I had an accident and they are all at a Library I go to.
It gets complicated because if they say HI, I have to keep reminding myself they are not really my friends. It's just brief one sentence interactions, but it's all I have and I get too excited.
Then, if they cannot say Hi, I am crushed. Sometimes I cannot even respond when they do say something. Other times, if I initiate, they seem all thrown off.
It took me a YEAR to understand they were just trying to be nice to an obviously fragile person, not wanting to be a friend. That makes me feel a lot of shame.
And yes, I DO appreciate their kindness, I really do, but I can only go there I am feeling strong. Otherwise it can get too much and leaves me feeling worse.
It's amazing how I still feel 12 ----and yet way more vulnerable than I did at 23 because life happens and you get sick or hurt or relationships fail, and there you are.....now a short, small, middle aged, weird woman all alone in a 12 year old mind.
Some days this little 12 year old would like to do something very adult.....like jump off a bridge.