Confessions of one Haute and Bothered Woman as She spirals into Menopause.
Talking about Menopause is widely considered to be:
Crass. Vulgar. Indelicate. Uncouth. Gauche. Unrefined. Unladylike.
Well, Dear Reader, if that is the case for you, then this isn't the place for you, and I politely invite you to scram.
For everyone else, buckle up buttercup- this is going to be an adventure!
Haute Flash is my journal.
By turning it into a blog, I'm leaving pages blank for each of you to fill in with your voices, stories, revelations, questions, fears and tears; all of the real life stuff that makes us laugh and cry- sometimes, at the same time.
I wasn't going to publish this blog.
This first entry is dedicated to three women in the hair salon this afternoon who made me realize how much we can mean to each other- if someone just starts the conversation.
After a fervor of comparing notes, reinforcing that the whole process is unique for everyone and that solutions are NOT one-size fits all, I decided to pull the trigger and here we go.
Look for that convo in an upcoming post: STEEL MAGNOLIAS
So far, Menopause seems to be like a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' book, and I've barely turned the first page. Just like I did with those books, I'm trying to figure out how it works before I begin, to ensure that I get the best ending- and I'm quickly learning that, like that damn book, Menopause doesn't work that way either.
So, Why HAUTE?
Because, I refuse to give up and get old, frumpy, dumpy, cranky and unsexy; and I'm not going through this alone. Stick with me, and neither will you.
I crashed into Menopause "early" and my symptoms have presented backwards or, out of order for, "the norm" of which, I am learning, there isn't.
In my quest to figure out what the hell is happening to my body, I've quickly realized how few resources we have and even worse, that when we do talk about it, we tend to lower our voices and whisper like children with a shameful secret.
Now, I'm not about to start wearing a flaming sash in the grocery store while handing out Estrogen pills like Tic Tacs, but I refuse to whisper in dark corners, and, I could use someone to talk to.
Secretly, I fear that I may be at risk of deafening, boring and/or alienating everyone within earshot... so, helllooooo, Haute-Flash.com!
Up next, my private journal entries of the past 3 months leading up to THE Menopause diagnosis.
It wasn't always pretty but in hindsight, it's pretty funny- enjoy!
What was your first sign or "symptom" of Menopause?
P.S. I've turned on all of the permissions so that you can comment and interact with each other as well. So, have at it- I look forward to meeting you and sharing our journeys.