9 Jun
Right. So. I've been seeing someone. Casually, early days, very much not making a thing of it. He's lovely. That's not the problem. The problem is that the last time I was dating I was 34 and my body was, broadly speaking, cooperative. Now I'm 58 and there are things going on that I am absolutely not ready to explain to a man I've known for six weeks. The dryness especially. I've been managing it quietly but the idea of it becoming relevant is giving me a level of anxiety I wasn't expecting. I've got a GP appointment coming up and I want to talk about some of this but I don't quite know how to start. Private stuff. The kind you minimise because you've been minimising it so long you've almost convinced yourself it's fine. On the days I get out for a walk along the canal I feel more like myself. More solid, somehow. I've started doing it most mornings and it's become the bit of the day I actually look forward to. Porridge after, which sounds desperately unglamorous but there we go. Just nice to know other women are navigating this. That's all really.