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?
You can leave the house in the morning fuzz free, but that night, or in the harsh glare of the light in the ladies loo at work, you will spot a great big dark, thick hair sprouting from your chin or neck. I can grow facial hair faster than my husband!