So last week I got my period for the first time in three years. Without going into too much gory detail, I had an intrauterine device taken out which prevented me getting much, if one at all, since I had my last child. No, I am definitely not planning any more children sadly (we haven’t actually figured out what we are doing about contraception yet. But I think you kind of need time to have sex so might be safe for a while). I just felt like my body needed a break. Since taking it out my headaches have dissappeard and my skin no longer resembles a teenage boy with a diet consisting of pure sugar. But all that is an entirely another story.
The return of my “monthlies” (oh how much I hate that word!) brought back all the hassle and the pain I had forgotten about. I wasn’t expecting it so soon and was unprepared. After showering I had to dash off down to chemist wearing black pants, desperately hoping I wouldn’t show the poor pharmacist any evidence of my predicament. On arriving home I had another shower and was able to feel comfortable, clean and safe. I could even heat a wheat back for my back pain.
Whilst doing this it occurred to me how incredibly ironic it was that I was going through all of this the very week I was doing so much work for Share The Dignity and, thinking about those women, who are not as fortunate as I am. I had clean clothes, a hot shower and enough money to buy tampons without giving up on anything else I needed.
What we go through is women is so primal, so out of our control. We all have various levels of issues but it basically amounts to same thing. I am woman – hear me roar with PMS every month. And see me buy tampons.
I can remember the first day I got my period. I cried. I’m not sure why. I was 14 and I suppose I just didn’t want to admit I was growing up. It seemed so…. strange and bewildering. There are young girls on the street as I write this who are going to be getting their period for the first time without any loving mother’s advice, without any warm shower, and without any money to buy appropriate pads or undies. And who shows or helps them how to use a tampon?
I want to wrap every single one of these girls up warm and dry and give them a place where they can feel normal. But I can’t. What I can do is what I am doing I guess. Helping Rochelle and the amazing women who are taking the initiative and running with this cause. Sharing the dignity….. For the women and girls who just need someone to acknowledge them.