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Dawn Hartley ‘Women’s Things
My menopause was instant, Bang, straight after the hysterectomy. They told me it would happen. They said they didn’t know how it would be for me. They told me they didn’t have facts or stats to give me. They said I was very young, at 26. They had leaflets and advice for older women, but not me. I can tell them now. I can tell everyone my story. Except no one really asks. They ask how I am, but they don’t really want to know. Not because they don’t care, but it’s women’s things. We don’t talk about ‘Women’s Things’
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Just like we don’t talk about real feelings. I say ‘I’m fine thanks’, but I’m not. We are told to always tell the truth, So why do I lie and smile, When all I want to do is cry? How do I say I feel empty and numb, Without sounding crazy? How do I explain I can’t move from my bed, Without sounding lazy?
I’m hot and bothered, Tired and troubled. I’m numb and blank. I’m a shell with a smile. I want to talk and say how I feel. The words are in my head, But not on my tongue, The connection is lost. I’ll try again if someone asks ‘How are you today?’
