What it's like to go through the menopause aged 28

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Under the harsh fluorescent lights of an endocrinologist's office, an austere hormone specialist declares that I have the ovarian supply of a 52-year-old. The grand unveiling of a health condition, one that has warped my life for two years, arrives faster and with less cushioning than I had anticipated. I wasn't expecting a resolution today: since my first hot flush in 2014, at the age of 28, I have slowly malfunctioned like a robot in the rain. I am passed around appointments, the diagnosis always pending. I am so familiar with the medical rigmarole that I feel nothing when penetrated by a needle or speculum or am told to urinate on demand into a container. I have become accustomed to malaise. As such I am