why is it, certain women go on and on about Menopause? Have I got it inscribed on my forehead that I am imminently about to lose my last apparent shred of feminity? Do I really need to hear the gruesome ins and outs of what to expect? In a word; NO. When I pass through this private and personal experience is my business. If you think I am willing to discuss vaginal dryness and bodily emanations, YOU COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG. I do not want to rate various potions, or trial herbal tablets. I don't wish to broadcast the state of my libido to all and sundry. I want to hang onto the illusions that I am still womanly and young enough to care about being interesting and/or attractive. I don't routinely discuss periods other than the odd admittance to cramps, so why the hell would I want to openly talk about the horrors of encroaching middle age? I don't care what Hell you, or an anonymous friend went through; just like when I was pregnant I did not want to hear horror stories of birth. I knew how shit that would be, thanks. Keep your body away from mine, keep your advice to yourself and let me get on with decrepitating on my own terms? Sisterhood? bollocks.
(ps, this is not directed at any close personal friends, just so you know)
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