If your ‘hot stuff’ has become too hot to handle as she battles her way through the hormonal minefield on the road to menopause, then you need a helping hand. Fellas, this blog is for you…
We aren’t asking for Chris Hemsworth to stand next to our desks waving a fan and gently mopping our sweaty faces (might mention that to my manager, though). Us women are going through a temporary, natural process and all employers need to do is offer support and make us feel valued.
Maybe we are looking at this phase in our lives from completely the wrong angle. Is it possible to change the way we look at ‘the change’? Is there some middle ground in between blissful ignorance and menopausal guru where we can find a happy balance, embrace ‘the change’ and make menopause a positive experience?
I slept in until 10am, was in my dressing gown until midday and appear to have lost 2 hours in some kind of fog. I’m exhausted and mourn the loss of energy I used to enjoy and take for granted. My get up and go I had in my 20s and 30s has got up and gone.
I did have one really good tip … but I can’t remember what it was … hang on … it’s on the tip of my tongue. Oh look, there’s a butterfly.
Perimenopause is a lonely old place. Younger friends don’t know it exists or live in denial of the day when all this will happen to them. Older friends don’t talk about ‘things downstairs’ or ‘the change’ because it’s not the done thing. So here I am stuck in between a rock and a hot place. Continue reading “The Questions I Wish People Would Ask: The Perimenopausal Princess Papers (Part 6)”
I thought I’d better try on the work clothes that are gathering dust at the back of the wardrobe. It wasn’t pretty. Then I tried on my jeans … got them half-way up my thighs and thought, shit.
Perimenopause and menopause are natural stages of life, not illnesses or diseases so dreadful and fearful that only the brave can whisper their names.
These days most people get on my tits. In fact, not just people; noise, smells, tastes, theme tunes, phone notifications, radio DJs making small talk, the postman taking a shortcut over my front lawn that is the size of a postage stamp (lazy bastard). I hadn’t thought anything of it – just assumed I wasContinue reading “Easily Irritated: The Perimenopausal Princess Papers (Part 3)”
Am I a bad person to feel overwhelming relief that COVID-19 restrictions have gifted me the Christmas I was longing for?