None of them show me much respect

Exactly what I just said - none of them show me much in the way of respect.

I was recently induced to visit my grandmother's place of residence after the untimely death of my uncle - we had just gotten back from the funeral (from which I was a pallbearer), and had filed into my grandmother's house in anticipation of eating some of my cousin's excellent cooking. After settling into a recliner of great comfort, I was compelled to adopt a sitting position which may have struck others as odd, due to their having felt it necessary to comment on it - nonetheless, it was quite comfortable, and I would not have been induced to assume it were that not the case.

One of the neighbor's children came strolling in, and as she was mounting the stairs, she said to me, in a tone which I believed contained more than the usual degree of sarcasm, "Nice face." I asked her if I was hearing her correctly, and the only response I got from her was an odd look which seemed to imply that I am a person to be trifled with, a contemptuous little man of paltry worth.

This got me to thinking: why is it that so few people respect my person? Frequently, when I am at my grandmother's house, people are always commenting on which of my parents I look the most like, as though I weren't in the room and as though I hadn't been subjected to such a conversation hundreds of times already. I am treated as though I am the property of my mother, while my younger cousin is treated as someone worthy of respect, simply because he is a father, however accidental.

Do I give off the impression of helplessness that so often goes with being a child? Is it my lack of children and sexual experience that gives people the idea that they are allowed to treat me in infantilizing ways? Even people at work, though, treat me at times as if I don't know what I'm doing, as they are occasionally compelled to talk over me and ask others questions that should be posed to me, due to their relevance to my department. Entire departments at my place of work have been frustrated by people who were just too convinced of my irrelevance to bother asking me for assistance with some matter - they would rather ask one person who doesn't know their ass from a hole in the ground, who will then ask yet another person, and on and on until finally I speak up and am ignored by people who would rather assume that I belong in the utility closet.

I get no respect. No respect at all.