Hello, my name is Kate. I am 44 and I’m in the grip of the hormonal roller coaster that is perimenopause. I know this is a safe space for me to share some of my symptoms and that you will keep all of this to yourself, dear reader. So far, I have dodged hot flushes, night sweats and vaginal dryness and have instead been battling hormonal migraines, acne and occasionally forgetting what I’ve walked into a room for.
But there is another symptom I want to share with you, because I don’t see it being discussed anywhere, and if I’m navigating it, there must be others.
Off-the-chart levels of horniness.
No, I’m not joking. That’s where I am – and it’s getting out of control. Last week, a delivery guy asked me where I wanted my package and I called him “daddy”. Honestly, if I was a dog, you’d have me spayed. Don’t you laugh at me! I need your sympathy and understanding here because this is getting to be a real problem.
I am a very busy woman, and I simply do not have the time my libido is currently requiring me to spend thinking about Jason Momoa in a 24-hour period. I need to be able to function as a normal member of the human race, instead of constantly suppressing the urge to watch footage of the England rugby team stretching before a match.
