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The physical therapist I am seeing for my back has now referred to me clinically as tall and middle-aged. I have no issue with my age, but I have always thought of myself as on the shorter side of medium height and anything else an illusion of the way I carry myself. My family made me look up the average AFAB height in the U.S. My mother has offered to get me a cardigan for being tall and middle-aged in. In high school she was devastated when she grew that quarter-inch taller than Mickey Rooney, because now he would never ask her to dance. She is not very sympathetic.

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I can never remember what average AFAB height is for my generation in this country. Granted, my brain tends to reject anything labeled "average" or "normal" as a matter of course, unless I can get a good story out of it.
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I am your post-osteo height, and medical sympathy on general principle.
Before age shrunk all of us, my parents were 6'2" (dad) and 5'3" (mom), and my sisters were half an inch over 5'9", 5'10" exactly, and just shy of 5'5".
That is such an interesting distribution!
I am shorter than my father, my brother, and my uncle, but taller than my mother and my aunt, and would have been taller than my grandmother, the same height as my grandfather, and equivalent to or taller than most of my father's brothers. I think I'm having a mild paradigm shift. [edit] The paradigm shift is "Apparently my idea of short is normal."
Granted, my brain tends to reject anything labeled "average" or "normal" as a matter of course, unless I can get a good story out of it.
Well, that's reasonable.