07/28/2026
In the 1960s, a hot flash could get you committed.
This is not a metaphor.
My 91 year old aunt told me about a woman she knew. A woman who felt something was deeply wrong with her body. Who did what you were supposed to do. Who went to her doctor and sat across from someone with a medical degree and said:
I don't feel well. Please help me.
And was sent home. With nothing.
No answers. No treatment. No follow up.
Back then menopause didn't have a public conversation. It barely had a name that women were allowed to say out loud. You were expected to suffer quietly and keep the house running and not make anyone uncomfortable with the inconvenience of your symptoms.
So she kept suffering.
Until one day the heat became unbearable. Overwhelmed and desperate for any kind of relief she took her clothes off in the middle of the street.
They didn't take her to a doctor.
They took her to a mental hospital.
My aunt never saw her again.
That woman was not crazy. She was in a menopausal crisis with no support, no treatment, no language for what was happening to her body, and not a single person in her corner.
The system did not fail her quietly. It institutionalized her for it.
We have come a long way. And we still have so far to go.
This is why we talk about it. Out loud. Every single week.
Full episode now on the Menopause Stories podcast.