I wrote a blog for the mishfit website a little over two years ago in amongst the messy grief following Charles’ death. (You can read it HERE if you don’t know that whole story.) Reading it back now it feels very much like I was laying my grief out there for all to read and somehow hoping that in the process I would be able to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Every woman’s favourite pastime – the pap smear
Once every 12-months (or so) I rock up to my gynaecologist to spend about 15 minutes of my life having my cervix scraped. And that day was today.
The reason that I go every year, as opposed to every two years like most other women in Australia is because I have a history of dodgy pre-cancerous cells in and around my cervix. And in the interests of public service I thought I’d share a little about what I’ve learned over the last nine years since my cells all started going a bit bonkers and I became increasingly phobic of having a speculum inserted in my vagina.
I know a bit about training women
I have been a woman for close to thirty years (I’m arguing that my ‘womanhood’ kicked off at about 14 years old along with my periods).
And I have been working really closely with women’s bodies at all stages of womanhood as a Personal Trainer and a Coach, for getting close to seven of those years.
My take on coaching – what it is (really) and what is really isn’t. Why I think it works and why I believe in it.
What is a “coach”?
If you’re thinking Football Coach, this article probably isn’t what you were searching for. I’m talking about the kind of coach that is a support and guide, voice of wisdom and person who holds a space for you while you figure out what you want, then walks alongside you on that journey.
Talking about sex (and other fun stuff) with our children
Last week I shared the story of the ‘Pregnancy Scare Road Trip’ as an introduction to my deep dive into this complex subject that I hold really dear to my heart.
I hold it dear to my heart because in my line of work I have a lot of conversations with a lot of women. And we talk a lot about a lot of things – but often we circle around a few key topics – our men, our children and our bodies, not always in that order.
I’ve been promising a blog on this for so long not I’ve almost given up being able to get it written. And the reason it’s been extra hard is because I’ve just got TOO MUCH to say on the subject! I want to look at it from a whole bunch of different angles and there’s a lot I want to draw on.
Contrary to popular belief, or at least a lot of men’s childish fantasies, attending an all-girls boarding school for my formative years didn’t involve spending any of my time checking out each other’s girl bits as we navigated our collective way through puberty. In fact I’m not sure I’ve intimately examined another woman’s labia or vulva, but I do know enough at the ripe old age of 39 and ¾’s to know absolutely that we are all made a little bit differently, while at the same time being made the same, if you know what I mean.
“I’ve been training with Thea for just over a year now. I was diagnosed with a prolapse three years ago and went down the path of physiotherapy and was told I could do no more. The slight improvement that physiotherapy had given me was the best I could hope for and I should be grateful for the improvement I had achieved. My life would now be restricted to not lifting anything heavier than a sheet of paper and exercise was out of the question unless it was swimming or walking on flat surfaces.