The conspiracy of menopause

From childbirth to menopause: why do women keep quiet about these most profound of life experiences?

Vintage style menopause poster“Why does no one tell you what it’s like?” exclaimed one of my more literary friends and colleagues in North Oxford one sunny morning.

Over instant coffee in odd chipped mugs in my modern square patch of townhouse garden we sat, clutching our newborn babies, our skin pulled tight over our facial bone structures, our pallid cheeks sunk, our minds fuzzy, flapping at flies hovering all around. Did our babies need feeding AGAIN? Were they asleep? Why weren’t we asleep? When would we ever sleep?

Those were fleetingly the best of times but more often the worst of times – elation and exhaustion in unequal measure. I resolved then in that moment, in that immature steamy, symmetrical garden, to tell others, those unsuspecting innocents, still fresh-faced and beautiful and yearning for babies, just exactly what it is like: how your life changes irredeemably, reduced down to a lonely vacuum of overwhelming responsibility and indescribable mundanity. Yet, and here’s the thing, 15 years on I have never told anyone, I mean not really told, not in any totally, open and honest relaying of the bold facts, and now, with the memory faded, I know I never will. After all why would I?

In a curious way though here I am again wondering why no one ever tells you what it’s like. I have lost touch with my literary friend and have long since left North Oxford and the self-esteem of paid employment and I now live in a rural county in the west of England with two teenage children, and a large overrun garden and yet …the conspiracy goes on. I’ve gone through peri-menopause (I think), menopause (I think), and now I am struck down by an irresistible, all-consuming, restlessness to…well, to be me. I am not sleeping but I do not have a baby to point to, just a gently snoring, occasionally snorting, heavy-breathing husband. At least he can be banished to his blow-up bed downstairs so it is not for him to shoulder the blame – rather it is the fault of my active, alert, uncontrolled mind.

I know all about the hot sweats from my poor mum and the forgetfulness and general drying up of oneself from friends, books, and magazines, but this restless drive to find oneself, that’s what has taken me by surprise. So now I am telling all those other women what it’s like – my friends, my nieces, and, in time, my daughter. You will not be the first to feel like this and you will not be the last; it’s ok, it’s natural, and it’s to be expected, so rejoice, ditch the guilt, BE YOU and enjoy your time. You may not get another.

 

 

Carolyn Lazarus

About Carolyn Lazarus

This is the author biography the late, great Carolyn Lazarus (1960-2015), founder of totally4women wrote for herself. Her words are typically self-effacing and humorous... 'Well at 50 I looked 40 and at 54 I look 99...someone explain that to me if they would. In addition I am, allegedly, a woman with little or indeed no sense of chic. Shy by nature or nurture it is difficult to say but it is what I am at heart. When I was 14 my mum bought me, “The Shy Person's Book" ...if you are a shy person this can be a difficult title to deal with every morning when you pass by your bookshelf. I like to run, nothing funny to say about this, it's just what I like to do. So that's me in a nutshell. It remains to say that I love my husband (long - suffering), my children (totally bored) and my parents (concerned).'

  • How true! I have often wondered this myself as my Mother never talked to me about childbirth yet she was always on hand for childrearing help and advice and menopause was never mentioned ( then again I never thought to ask!) But, and I think this may be part of the problem, we ie this generation of women going through and just gone through the menopause are probably the first generation to have major, symptomatic problems mainly due to stress, poor diet and lifestyle etc.

    I don’t think my Mum had a problem, I certainly didn’t notice any change in her, therefore there was nothing really to report about and, I think, many women of her generation probably had a reasonably easy time. Although stress has always been around our generation seems to have much more stressful lives and I think that affects how we get through it. What does annoy me is the media and women’s magazines always telling the horror stories and the’ worst that can happen’ scenario and I have so many women contact me as they start the menopause in a state of utter apprehension and dread which just compounds the problem.