This last year has been a year of personal milestones. On this particular journey around the sun, I have celebrated a half-century birthday and 20 years in the hot seat here at the Women’s Network.
Turning 50 is no small thing. And, over the last few years, being in the hot seat has taken on a whole new meaning with my arrival into this intriguing phase of life called perimenopause. The late great Bette Davis once said “Old age ain’t no place for sissies”, and I’m starting to understand something of what she meant by that. Perimenopause is a vast and inevitable landscape that women (and other folk with uterine reproductive systems) have to traverse. The only certainty is that at some point we will end up in ‘the menopause’.
How long that might take, or how we get there is a unique personal mystery. It is a time – pretty much a whole decade – when hormonal changes can feel like our body is throwing down the gauntlet. Much like the knights of old, it’s a time where we can armour up and show our mettle, or simply surrender to the hot flushes and brain fog and wait for it to be over.
In the 20 years that I’ve been at the forefront of ‘women’s issues’ I have observed a veritable seachange in the menopause landscape. Perhaps the global pandemic, with all of our time spent in lockdown, enabled us to get more real as navigators and explorers of our own bodies.
There has been an emergence of podcasts and online resources, as well as women in the spotlight more readily and openly talking about their middle-aged and menopause experiences. The renaissance of grey hair as a symbol of womanhood and wisdom has run parallel to this and I couldn’t be happier about it all.