Heavy periods, the last challenge of the liberated woman?
When I'm on my period, I feel like an outcast - "A person out of caste, whose contact is considered defilement." I have what is called heavy to very heavy periods.
The taboo of heavy periods
I call them Niagara Falls. And even this small comparison expressed in a light tone (wrongly) in front of my darling wanted me to say "you don't have to give me the details". He is otherwise a very understanding and mature being. Niagara Falls are pretty though, luckily I didn't say “it's placenta falls”.
I manage not to see him during the landing, his look mixed with embarrassment, disappointment and disgust when I explain to him the reason why we won't have fun tonight makes me want to leave him.
I'm also not going to have my bikini line waxed because I'm afraid of becoming a creepy story in my beautician's repertoire. You know one of the anecdotes she tells you when you ask her, what's the worst thing that happened to you in institute? "the girl, she had her period and..."
I stopped being honest to explain my incessant trips to the bathroom when I forgot to take tampons. To a simple “I have my period”, my best friend replied “you don't have to tell me everything”. And yet, I told him things that were much more intimate and colorful, which always made him laugh.
Strategies to avoid the bloodstain
Because of this wonderful character trait of my period, abundance, I have multiplied survival strategies.
I tried to develop a bionic ability to feel a spot on my back, but the results were inconsistent. So, I go after everyone, to the office, to the restaurant, etc. I'm always last when I have my period...
I also decided to use my bag as an anti-shame protection. I carry it over my shoulder, the way the Amazons carried their archer, to hide my behind. Unfortunately, that doesn't hide the chair, sofa, or car seat I just marked my territory on!
I also invent various and varied stomach diseases to justify my cramps and my trips to the toilet. Everyone ended up thinking that I had a chronic gastro or a punctual addiction to cocaine.
Nothing helps, regularly, I get up and a stain on the cushion, the chair, the sheet is looming… And I literally want to sink into a hole. The last time it happened to me was at home on the sofa bed in my studio. I was having an aperitif with a new acquaintance. I never saw her again...
The rule panties: finally liberation!
Let's be serious for a minute. Finally, disaster does not happen as often as I fear. But that's the saddest thing, all those times when I'm in fear, restraint, strategy and shame for nothing.
When I have my period, I'm no longer in the present, I don't listen to what people tell me, I don't go where I want, I only think about the stain, I'm obsessed with stain. But since I discovered period panties , I've been a liberated woman.
I use it with a tampon on my high tide days and I no longer hesitate to accept a friend's proposal to bring me back to his car with beige seats... I know that thanks to my new ally , leaks are a thing of the past!