There can be so many emotions
involved around menopause. We are all different. For many women, the end of
menopause is a time to grieve. It’s the loss of something that may have defined
them – their biology, their ability (perhaps theoretical) to give birth, their
lives as “productive” women in society. Women who identified themselves as
mothers may feel bereft, because they don’t know who they are in this new phase
of life.
As childless women, we have been
through this before. For some of us, menopause may bring more grief. A double
whammy, whilst we have already had to come to terms with the idea that we would
never be mothers, for some, this is the last straw, the definitive end to the
possibility that might have, for some, lingered. Jody Day wrote this in her article
about The Childless
Menopause:
“I call the childless menopause
a ‘death you survive’ as it’s the end of our biological line as well as the end
of our dream of motherhood. It can be a real dark night of the soul. And the
transformations of passing through this ‘gateway’ can be profound and rather
wonderful.”
But this isn’t how I have
experienced it. I experienced that “death you survive” back when I first knew
that I was never going to have children. I grieved then the end of my
biological line and my dream of motherhood. It was, as Jody said, a “real dark
night of the soul.” I know that many of you have already experienced this too.
I suspect we’re all different,
having come to our No Kidding childless lives in different ways. Perhaps having
that cut-off on my 41st birthday, when my tubes were blocked and IVF was not working meant that I
was able to grieve what I had lost there and then. If I’d been through a
different process, maybe I wouldn’t have felt that it was over so definitively.
For me, menopause (once the
physical issues were dealt with) did not cause me to grieve. Instead, it brought
freedom. It brought the obvious freedom of no periods. As Pamela mentioned here, the absence of periods is simply “BLISS!”
But it brought more than a
physical freedom. (Four years on, that is still blissful!) Menopause also brought
me a freedom from any obligation to have children. It brought me the freedom of
not feeling biologically different from my peers. We are all (mostly) unable to
conceive. It has brought me a freedom from hearing pregnancy announcements from
my peers. It has (largely) brought me a freedom from hearing “you could always
adopt.” Age has definitely made things easier.
Of course, it isn’t all bliss and
freedom. The stigma around menopause is not dissimilar to that of infertile
women. There is a stigma about menopause, and the stigma teaches that we are
old, pointless, no longer relevant. No Kidding childless women can well relate
to that feeling. Likewise, women in menopause complain about feeling invisible.
The childless amongst us are also well acquainted with that situation.
And so I wonder if, because we
have been through similar circumstances, are we better able to cope with the
changes of menopause?
For example, many women talk about
the sense of losing their attractiveness after menopause. You don’t see many images
or hear of the desirability of older women, of women with grey hair, for
example. (You can either embrace this change, or fight it, or – probably the
answer for us both – do a combination). For women who may feel that their
appearance and desirability define their femininity, this can be an unpleasant
change. Outwardly, I am sure, we all go through this to an extent, whether we have
children or not. The attractiveness of youth is pervasive throughout our
cultures.
I think that there is an added
dimension for those of us without children. We have (probably) questioned our
femininity, our place as women, when we knew we would not have children. I know
I did. A lot of women write about feeling that they are “not a real woman.” I also
know that one horrible person actually said those words to a friend of mine. So
is this another loss for the No Kidding? That our identities as women are being
further eroded? Or have we already done the work and defined for ourselves what
it means to be a woman? And so does the (perceived) loss of desirability do
less to our own sense of self-worth, our sense of what it means to be a woman, that
it would to others who haven’t had to deal with this before. Does our history
as No Kidding women who could not have children make this aspect of menopause
easier?
The invisibility of older
(post-menopausal) women is well documented. (Though that may be changing, as
posited by this article that Loribeth highlighted on social media.) Even within the menopausal category of women, childless
women are frequently invisible. We are not, and never will be, mothers and so we
are not, and never will be, grandmothers. I’m lucky that only a few (so far) of
my friends and family are grandparents, and they can and do talk about so much
more than that. It might change, of course. But I know many people are not so
lucky. Bamberlamb has written recently about being surrounded by women
talking about their children and grandchildren. Social interactions remain
difficult if we are ignored and invisible. Governments, too, assume that ageing
men and women have family around them to assist in their care. They even
develop policies on this basis, ignoring the situation of people who don’t have
younger family members who can help. Invisibility is real. And it is painful.
But I wonder. Do our experiences
as childless women make us stronger and more inured to the invisibility and
judgement of menopause? Women who are accustomed to being feted for their
biological ability to reproduce, who are used to being the centre of the cult
of motherhood, deemed essential to society, might find it harder to find themselves
on the periphery of society as they age and their children leave home. It will
be more of a shock to them perhaps, to find that they no longer hold such a
special place in society. Whereas we have already dealt with that. Does it make
us doubly invisible? Perhaps. I’m sure we all feel that way at times.
But I would prefer to ask whether it
also makes us doubly strong? We have already dismissed society’s expectations,
their judgement and norms, and have decided that they do not matter. That we
cannot accept the premise of that judgement. We’ve decided that we will forge
ahead living our lives the way we want to live them. We have already been
through fire, and have come out stronger. And we are Not Kidding.