In this my first blog, I want to discuss my pet peeve – Menopause , or should I say the secrecy surrounding it as I approached the age of discovery
Women of my era, which was not THAT long ago, learned little or nothing of sex in general, and menopause in particular. My Mother and her peers NEVER mentioned the “M“ word, maybe because to them, it signalled the loss of their youth and vitality, and the descent into “dreaded” old age. I doubt there was any forum to discuss their concerns surrounding the loss of their periods, and the changes that accompanied that loss. In all probability, Menopause was an embarrassing topic and one to be avoided.
As I approached my early 40’s, and started experiencing an erratic menstrual cycle, I broached the subject to my mother, seeking comfort, reassurance that all was well, and advice as to what I may expect, going forward. Her response was “One day, my period just stopped.” Period – end of story. So began my lonesome journey of discovery.
My gynaecologist – a male – prescribed birth control pills to regulate my periods, but offered no hint of what might occur, as time went on – and I guess I was happy to remain ignorant. Shortly thereafter, HRT became the new buzz, and for the next four years I was on a roll – scant period once a month like clockwork, no unpleasant symptoms, great sex life, tons of energy, and life was great!
Then the bottom abruptly fell out. Hormone replacement therapy was discontinued and the “fun” began. I was suddenly adrift on a sea of what I perceived to be assaults upon my body; changes that NOBODY, not my mother, not my physician, NOBODY, had ever prepared me for, changes that annoyed me, angered me, and sometimes frightened me. I promised myself then, that my daughters would better manage their Menopausal symptoms. They would not be ignorant, because I would share with them all the “gory details” of this life – changing thing called “change of life”. I would empower them with the two simple tools they would need to get through it; one being Knowledge, which leads to resources, results and ultimately, relief! The second is a sense of humour, and the ability to laugh at themselves.
AT 64 years of age, I am still discovering some changes that accompany Menopause, but FINALLY, I am not alone. I am in the company of younger, yes, younger, independent, self-confident, and enlightened woman, who ask questions, demand answers, get results, and open up to their teachers, doctors, friends, family and perhaps most important, their partners, who travel the long road of life with them. They, more than anyone else, need to understand the physical and emotional changes that may accompany Menopause – changes that none of us bargained for, but nevertheless find our selves confronted with to varying degrees. C’est la vie, my friends!
As time goes on, I will share my experiences with you, and I hope you will share yours with me and whoever else visits our site. Through our stories, we might vent a little, cry a little, and laugh a lot. But rest assured, we will do it TOGETHER!