Rediscovering Myself After Trauma: Identity & Reclaiming Power

Now I’ve leapt off the booze merry-go-round, I see alcohol for what it really is, in the stark and sober light of day.

I’m not sure how may of my readers know this, but I’m deaf. Not 100% deaf, but certainly enough deafness that it impacts my everyday life.

2024 has been the year I fought back against the tricky beast of perimenopause, but the fight has taken a different form to my usual stubbornly defiant style of battle. I now understand why they call it the change; not just because of the physical changes imposed upon me, but because I have had to change how I live in the everyday, and the change has been both monumental and magnificent.

Today, I want to sit in the uncomfortable truth of the matter. And I’m inviting you to sit with me, as I gather my thoughts on what it’s like to be a woman who doesn’t achieve peak sexual satisfaction from lips and tongue, no matter how skilled they may be.