Let me start by saying yes Mom, this is oversharing but I'm actively choosing to do it.
And yes, I leak pee. I'm finding it annoying. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing Humiliating. Kind of creepy. Incontinence ads and products are now harder to blatantly ignore.
This year I finally mentioned it to my gynecologist. Last year and the year before I was too mortified to say anything but as the situation didn't magically rectify itself I took a deep breath and said it out loud. Turns out there are specialists I can see and I could even get a Botox shot to staunch the flow (it's not really a flow, it's still just a leak). That thought was profoundly disturbing on many levels:
A. I'm not a fan of Botox
B. I'm not a fan of needles anywhere near my bladder
C. from what I understand once Botox wears off the problem is worse than it was in the first place which could lead to
D. an endless cycle of bladder Botox shots
In another vein entirely I spoke to a pelvic floor expert who educated me on what the pelvic floor does and how it's set up. I had no idea what there were two criss crossing bands of muscle, kind of like hammocks at right angles. And, that with concentration and practice you can work on strengthening individual bits. I can now tighten and release front, back, left and right. I only do this in private as I can't help but clench the corresponding parts of my face which I assume looks more than slightly ridiculous.
It could be helping. It could be keeping things from getting worse. Not sure.
That's another hard part about this aging/menopause process. There often aren't answers. And I like answers. I like finite. I like knowing. This is the opposite of knowing.
I suppose in the general scheme of things I should be grateful that it's a pee leak and not a pee gush.
Look at that, I found my pee silver lining.