That same week, I was watching TV with my husband. A Viagra commercial came on. You've probably seen them. Confident guy. Big smile. Easy solution. No shame.
And something clicked in my head that I couldn't un-think.
Men have had a pill for erectile dysfunction since 1998. Twenty-six years. It did two billion dollars in sales in its first year. There are now dozens of ED treatments: pills, gels, injections, telehealth prescriptions you can get in 10 minutes. They advertise during the Super Bowl. Nobody bats an eye.
Meanwhile I'm sitting here with a condition that affects up to 85% of menopausal women, and my doctor told me to try different lubes.
There are 47 FDA-approved treatments for erectile dysfunction.
For vaginal atrophy? Most doctors don't even say the word, heck, they don't even know about it since they haven't experienced it.
I couldn't sleep that night. Not because of the dryness. Because of the anger. How is it possible that half the population goes through this and nobody talks about it?
My mother never mentioned it. My older friends never mentioned it. I watched dozens of "what to expect from menopause" videos and they talked about hot flashes, mood swings, weight gain, brain fog. NOT ONE mentioned that the tissue inside my body would start dying.
It shouldn't have to be that you speak to multiple doctors about debilitating symptoms and get patted on the head like a child and be told it's okay, it's just menopause.