I suppose I could have done it all here. But I decided to start yet another blog. One day they will all be linked and somehow integrated, but for now, check out http://5oh5oh.blogspot.com/, my intermittent missive on turning 50.
I've been very open, even noisy, about the fact. It reminds me of when I was in high school and made a lot of noise about getting my period. It was one of those things nobody talked about. All hush, hush. And I thought it was stupid. So I made a point of letting guys know when I was "on the rag" as we used to call it. I would somehow make it a part of passing conversation.
For me, it was about admitting that we bled. And that we were different from guys for exactly that reason. And, perhaps most importantly, it wasn't something to be ashamed or afraid of.
I can't say I've been quite as emancipated about menopause and hot flashes. That was something that took me by surprise and I wasn't pleased about. It's not that I wanted to hide it, just that I didn't know how to talk about. Even with female friends.
But suddenly, even 20 year olds are making odd comments about having hot flashes when they get overheated, and it seems to be more a part of the venacular. So I find myself owning up to it a little more easily. And not so embarrassedly.
It's nice not to have to prove anything.
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