Menopausal memory, or loss of identity?

How to get from sharp, corporate executive to a blithering idiot

Time was when I had my finger on the pulse, handled the busiest schedule imaginable building a company, and travelled worldwide all the while raising a family, running a home – you know, the regular superwoman, overachieving trap many of us slip into without noticing.

Then one day it hit me. My mind was going.

Perimenopause? Forgetfulness? Chances are it WILL happen to you. It happened to me, and I’m a regular kind of person.

I forgot my own name.

The Scene: high-powered corporate executive meets influential young thing from another company. This company can help us make even more millions.

Young thing: “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

Corporate executive (aka Me), with firm handshake: “I’m Tina … “(noticeable pause as I try to remember my last name) “… Ro-” (I know it begins with an R and an O, but pinch me I cannot grasp the last part).

“Ro-, er, Roberts!” (It’s ‘Rogers’).

Young thing: “I’m really looking forward to working with you.”

Me (thinking what do I do now, I’ve told her the wrong name): “You’ll be working with Kimberley. Come, I’ll introduce you to her.”

I wormed my way out of that one. What would you have done?

Update: I’ve improved, a lot. Still room for improvement. My older friends tell me it gets better, later.

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