Through their own words

When you get to a certain age, (okay when I got to a certain age), there are going to be subtle and not so subtle changes that take place that are enough to want to make me never leave my room, and or not without a scarf or something around my neck.
The odd thing about so many rites of passage, or especially female experiences is how often no one tells you what to expect and then when your going through these truly enormous milestones, you find that every one has been through it, and it's just part of the process.
So, is it a club of sorts, is there an agreement that had to be signed stating the information will not be shared, passed down or disseminated.
The same thing happened to me when I had babies, some of the stuff that goes on really should have been gone over in one of the dozens of seminars, classes, skull and bones mixers, or some such place. But until your in the throws of Circadian rhythm realignment with two babies screaming and inconsolable or your child comes home looking slapped silly by a stooge or two, then you are smack dab in the middle of the lack of information age and it without any further ado, is not a very agreeable place to be.