Isabel, an award-winning writer and media consultant, knew that an early menopause was likely in the cards for her. What she wasn’t prepared for was how hard it would hit. With a young family and a demanding job to cope with, things took a turn for the worse when she started experiencing symptoms in her late thirties. Here’s how she managed…
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Hormonal havoc
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Some healthcare providers DO take premature and early menopause seriously
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Annoyingly, fertility really can jump off a cliff
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It’s hard being a pioneer for menopause in your 30s
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Exercise can change (almost) everything
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My mum isn’t always right
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I am very lucky
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But…it’s not always a hot flash
The clock had always been ticking. When I met my husband, I was 30 and he was 28, but it wasn’t long before I told him “My mum went through menopause at 36, and I really want kids, so if you like me then you need to knock me up before I’m 35. Wait, come back!”
I started feeling weird at 38, just a few months after I’d stopped breastfeeding our second child (yes, my evil impregnation plot worked; our kids are now 6 and 4), but I was pretty sure I knew what was happening. My periods, mood, and sex drive went WILD, like my body was furiously hurling eggs out from a great height, and I was suddenly spending all of my disposable income on anti-aging potions after previously being a face wipes and concealer kind of girl.
But just because I knew what was happening didn’t mean I knew what to do. So, a couple of years on, here are a few things I learned about going through menopause in your 30s…
Hormonal havoc
It wasn’t long into my perimenopause plight that Covid reared its ugly head. I thought I was a stressed out, exhausted, emotional wreck with zero ability to concentrate because I was working full-time from home in a brand new job while my kids sprinkled breadstick crumbs onto my MacBook, but it turns out that my raging hormones were likely making lockdown a whole lot worse too. At various points I found myself feeling blind rage towards my husband, my kids, my son’s school, my colleagues, and quite a few random people on social media.
After spending most of my life thinking that mental health was something that only affected other people, I also started having terrifying panic attacks and fantasizing about running away.
Once I’d started on HT, the panic attacks stopped and I just felt a manageable amount of irritated with it all. Funny that.
Some healthcare providers DO take premature and early menopause seriously
I’ve heard loads of stories from women who have felt ignored by a healthcare provider when struggling to cope with menopause in their 30s, so I want to highlight that it isn’t always the case. My PCP is amazing.
As soon as I explained the strong family history of premature menopause on the maternal side – my sister, auntie, and gran all went through it in their thirties, along with my mum – my PCP took my symptoms seriously. She sent me for tests straight away. Initially, we just kept an eye on things but by spring 2021 my symptoms became unmanageable. So I agreed to try HT, feeling informed, supported, and positive.
My periods were so frequent and furious that I started taking iron tablets. My mood swings were off the scale, I couldn’t focus on anything, and the hot flashes and night sweats had kicked in.
I advise anyone struggling to be heard to seek a second opinion if they can.
Annoyingly, fertility really can jump off a cliff
I was pregnant with our daughter the very same day we decided we would quite like a second child, and yet two years later, I was told my hormones were in the menopausal range and I was no longer fertile.
I had imagined more of a slow decline, but premature menopause – the medical definition of which is before 40, while “early menopause” is considered to be before 45 – tends to be quite accelerated. You can go from full fertility to menstrual mayhem in the blink of an eye, just like the scaremongers warn you, dammit.
It’s hard being a pioneer for menopause in your 30s
Being the first of my friends to go through menopause (in my 30s!) is not easy. I’m a very communicative person (yes, this is a euphemism for “never shuts up”), but feeling like I’m at a different life stage has been isolating. While a lot of my mates in their late thirties and early forties are still moaning about PMT and debating whether or not to have another child, I’m out there on my own, rubbing Estrogel into my thighs late at night and reading The Shift.
Because of this, when I come across people in the same boat – a slightly older school mum, for instance – my enthusiasm for discussing my mood swings and rollercoaster periods knows no bounds. This is where online communities have been a massive help, and why the information on Stella is so crucial. I know that even people going through ‘normal’ menopause can feel, at best, a bit embarrassed, and, at worst, completely alone. I’m so grateful for all the groups, forums, webinars, books, experts, and apps that are now out there, uniting us when we’re feeling low, answering every question we could possibly have, and busting taboos.
I’m also patiently holding out for 2032 when my close mates are in the thick of it, and I can be the calm, perfectly balanced one, dispensing wisdom, and cold flannels while they all lose their minds.
Exercise can change (almost) everything
Menopause isn’t the only huge transition I’ve been through over the past couple of years – I’ve also become a massive fitness bore after barely moving for the best part of 40 years. Around the same time my symptoms first began, I started experiencing an unfamiliar urge to exert myself and when I told my aforementioned awesome PCP about this, she said I had effectively been self-medicating with exercise.
A couple of years on, my body has changed dramatically and I no longer have to take the blood pressure medication I’d been on since my first pregnancy. Alongside HT, I use running and strength training to keep feeling happy and healthy and, while I was definitely hit hard by irregular periods and even more irregular moods, most of the other main menopause symptoms have passed me by. Is it linked? I’ll never know for sure, but the possibility that it might be is a great motivation to keep lifting weights, signing up for half marathons, and boring the pants off everyone who follows me on social media.
My mum isn’t always right
One of the hardest things about all this has been explaining to my mum that I decided to try HT. My mum is a very loving, kind, and understanding person, but like a lot of women from her generation, she’s convinced that everyone who goes down the HT route will get cancer – while admitting that she breezed through menopause herself and so can’t relate to feeling the need for it. Read more about the HT debate.
I sent her all the latest research and now that I’ve been on HT for a year, she has conceded that it was clearly the right decision for me…mainly because I no longer phone up every week sobbing that I can’t cope. I firmly believe that HT is the only reason I’ve managed to hold down a career and a family, and that is 100% my number one priority at this age.
I am very lucky
There’s so much pressure on women to tick off various milestones before 40 and the possibility of early menopause in your 30s only adds to the oppressive doom. I know how lucky I am to have had my children before my hormones went haywire, but it very easily might not have been the case. I can only imagine how hard it is when it doesn’t line up.
I guess one day I’ll have to delicately explain to my daughter that, potential scientific advances aside, if she really wants kids she might need to get a wriggle on, but for now I’m grateful that we can just talk about Frozen and who her best friend is that day.
But…it’s not always a hot flash
While I am beyond grateful for my children, biologically I’m pretty sure menopause is supposed to line up with kids being in their teens and twenties. You know, when they’re semi-functioning humans who don’t want to touch you all the time or sleep with your nose in their mouth. I’m sure dealing with puberty and menopause in the same household has its challenges, but I refuse to believe it can be as bad as dealing with a toddler and menopause in the same house (IN A PANDEMIC!)
This was perfectly illustrated towards the start of my menopause journey when I was in bed with my terminally sleep-resistant daughter, who was potty training. I woke up to find my back and bum drenched in what I thought was sweat, only to realise she had, in fact, wet the bed. Yep, those menopause continence dramas are real. They’re just not happening to me.
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