Aug 112022
 

In my house growing up we had little-to-no secrets when it came to family topics. Of course, we all carried our own individual secrets that we would reveal bits and pieces of in various conversations over the years. Still, I know there are many more to be discovered. 🤔

One thing that my mom and I, as the women in the house, almost never talked about was the topic of womanhood. 🚺 When I started menstruating 🩸, I simply let my mom know by putting sanitary pads on the list. When I switched to using tampons, I just took my mom’s supply as needed until I was able to pay for my own supply.

We never talked about what it meant, how it felt, the hormones that raged, and all the aspects around this so-called coming-of-age rite.

There was a period of time, a decade or so ago, when I worried about my parents’ future together. My mom seemed to always be in a rage and my dad did not know how to cope with her. He complained he could do nothing right. She complained he could do nothing right. So, at least they agreed on something! 🤪

Still, now, looking back I realize that my mom must have been menopausal. 😵‍💫

I remember a few years ago scolding my mom wondering why she and others of her generation never told their children (me) about these issues and possible future experiences when the time came. A part of me always blamed it on the fact that I was adopted and perhaps, she/we thought that the experience couldn’t, or wouldn’t, be the same because we are different ethnically. However, the fact is that women are women and we go through the same process no matter our race.

Thus, here I sit eight months blood-free from the nether regions and fairly blissful about the whole idea. 😅 My BFF and I talk about these things regularly because, well, that’s what BFFs do.❤️ In our sharing, we – definitely I – find comfort in knowing that I am not odd or strange in what is happening to my body and mind.

In fact, there have been plenty of times lately when I’ve thought that I am going crazy. If I try to speak to M about my thoughts, hormones, etc. he makes a half-hearted attempt to relate and understand, but he really has no ability to sympathize nor empathize. Thus, I must turn to female friends and together we commiserate over the hot flashes, the changing bodies, the mood swings that could either be our partners, or hormones, or any combination of all, the forget…what was I talking about? Oh yeah, the forgetfulness. 😜

So, if you are a reader identifying as male and struggle to relate to these topics, I can only recommend that you move on or read everything so that you can try to offer support to your female-identifying family, friends, and partners when the time comes for this second rite of passage into “freedom”. 😬

~T🔥🐉♋️

PS. This is also a very entertaining read.

Jul 052021
 

One of the things that always made me look forward to aging is that I would be able to openly talk about a number of topics that most consider to be off-limits or somewhat taboo. For me, I always saw the benefit of being “old” as no longer needing to care so much about what might offend, embarrass, or put off someone, because the fact that we have had more experiences and longevity in life gives us that freedom/right. As a younger person, I never understood why we weren’t supposed to talk about things like sex, the body’s functions from periods to menopause to bowel movements, and the like. Some cultures, groups, or persons arbitrarily decided that it was uncouth to have conversation around the most natural and common of topics.

Thus, as part of my middle-aging process, I have decided – let’s talk about these things!

Sex

If there is ever any tension between me and M, that is not related to my fluctuating hormones or the effects of being together nearly 24/7 for the past year plus, it is usually over sex. He wants it more than I.

When I got married the first time, my dad told me that sex, money, and love (maybe – can’t remember the third thing, actually) are what can make or break a marriage. Without money and/or without sex, the love goes.

While we lived in Japan, the ongoing theme that came up frequently especially for foreign men married to Japanese women was that the sex had gone out of the marriage once kids entered the picture. So many couples stay unhappily married, even Japanese couples, because one partner has decided to no longer maintain their sexual connection. Upon further discussions, it seems that it isn’t necessarily just a Japanese female pattern, but that of many women (in particular) as we age. While Japanese culture has evolved to accept this natural deterioration and accepting that affairs or satisfaction may be achieved elsewhere, it is not so accepted in the Christianized West.

Recently, M and I listened to Matthew McConaughey’s book Greenlights (so good with his dreamy voice reading it aloud). McConaughey writes about ensuring that he makes time to physically connect with his partner not just because he likes sex, but also because it makes you feel closer to each other, because it makes you feel amazing, because it is what makes a marriage rather than a friendship – or words to this effect.

For whatever reason, we tend not to talk about sex unless it is with innuendos or the help of an inhibitor relaxer like alcohol 🍷. We tend to roll our eyes🙄 at the boyish remarks made about flirtatious behavior or sexual attraction to another. We tend to get embarrassed 🙈 by the talk unless it is in a joking manner. But, why?

In my view, I don’t particularly like the comedic factor because I used to take it as a personal attack on my lack of desire for the activity. It wasn’t from a lack of attraction, but mostly due to a number of excuses (yes, I mean excuses) for why I said “no” 🙅🏽‍♀️ to any advances made.

However, recently, I have increased my magnesium and Vitamin B intake, which has altered my responses to such advances and even has me making my own. While there is no hard scientific evidence to prove that this increase has contributed to my response, I can only anecdotally assume that it has had an effect. This leads me to the other topic that we don’t often talk about especially as women.

Our cycles

When I was of age to begin my journey into womanhood, I was taught about the physical reproductive systems in school and then left to my own discoveries without discussion from the women in my life. My mother’s surprised expression was a disappointment to my young self when I put “tampons” on the grocery list after having used hers for months.

As I now face that joyful peri-menopause and menopausal phase of life, I am again reminded of my disappointment that my mother, or any female older than me, had not shared about their experiences. Looking back on a period of time when my parents were not on the same wavelength, I later pinpointed a major contributing factor was my mom’s transitioning into the third phase of a woman’s cycle.

Once I did ask, or perhaps more realistically – accused -, my mother as to why she didn’t warn/tell me of these physical shifts that only a woman can relate to. The response must have been either avoided or unsatisfactory as I have no recollection of what she said. It’s possible that, like many reasons of her generation, it’s just not something that was/is talked about.

However, as I find myself spending time with more women and young girls, who are just starting out with their monthly cycles, I want to encourage us all to talk about it. It’s not like it’s a secret that we bleed 🩸 out of our vaginas once a month or that someday we will stop doing so. Therefore, why not share and commiserate as we transition in and out of these phases? 🤷🏽‍♀️

As you can probably tell, a running theme in my ponderings of late relate to the things we do and don’t talk about. While I may not talk to just anyone about everything, I still think that everything should be talked about to at least someone. 🤪

~ T 😀

May 252017
 

M says I “have one on me” lately. For the non-Brit readers, this means something similar to “having a bee in my bonnet” or simply being generally irritable. 😛

It is probably true…. Between fighting depression and wanting to sleep, hormonal imbalance, feeling fat these days (no, I know I am not, but I feel it!), starting to look for work, trying to keep up with other work and stay sane through our continual transition period, I cannot imagine why I might “have one on me”! Can you??? 😉

In any case, we were watching this documentary last night about four women who decided to row across the Pacific Ocean – the Coxless Crew. The documentary is on Netflix called Losing Sight of Shore. What an amazing feat and test of character for these women. Yet, throughout they were called “girls”. WTF?

After my little rant on that, we started watching The Matrix and in the opening scene, the policeman says “I think we can handle one little girl” referring to Trinity, who is a major badass! Of course, in this scene, I get the irony of using the term “girl” to refer to her because we find out – if you don’t already know – that she is far from a “little girl”.

Still, this takes me to a discussion on microaggressions and our lack of progress in society where we still belittle the female gender. This kind of mentality and behavior is encouraged in every scene and setting of life from high school gym class to the office and to the home. We justify it by saying “It’s a just cultural” like M saying that the use of it in the documentary is “British middle-class” as if to say it is okay.

It is not okay. It is not okay to belittle women or to over empower men. Although our physical and mental statures may have differences, it does not mean that we should judge one as better than another. Instead, imagine if we looked at each other as equals with different gifts to offer. Our different gifts give us balance like yin and yang. One is not stronger or better than the other, instead we need both for healthy unity.

So, yes, maybe I do “have one on me”, but do you blame me? 😛

~T 😀

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