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Period rant
You know, I've read many posts in this and certain other communities, written by girls/women who obviously feel quite positive about this whole period business. I've always marveled at that, because my own feelings about the phenomenon are quite different....
I hate having my period. Okay? Loathe it. In fact, if there were a way for me to stop it permanently, I'd probably do it in a heartbeat. But since I think it would be rather difficult to convince a doctor to perform a full hysterectomy on a healthy 26-year-old just because she doesn't want it anymore...I'm most likely stuck with it, no?
Right now, I'm on the third day of my period. I'm crampy as hell, I'm bloated like a fucking baby beluga, and I'm moody as all get out. I could deal with all that, though, if I didn't feel so dirty. Seriously. I feel rotten, like I could take four showers a day and still not feel clean.
Of course the pad thing only makes it worse, since every time I go to the bathroom I have a visual reminder of what's going on. I know I've got the option to use tampons, but since they make my cramps have cramps, that's really not an option.
I've heard of women who make art out of used pads and menstrual blood, and while I'm amazed that they're able to do that, I'll be honest: I don't understand it. I don't even want to be reminded of mine at all, let alone turn it into art. The smell, the sight....it just sickens me.
I know it's all terribly unfeminist of me and everything, but I honestly cannot stand having my period. When I skip a month (or two, or three), it's not a cause for concern; I'm too busy thanking whatever God may exist that I get to bypass the whole fucking mess for a while.
And I feel like my poor vagina's stuck in the middle of all this. Normally she and I are best friends. I pay her much attention. :) But, when my damn ovaries & uterus decide to make their presence known -- well, the situation gets icy. My vagina and I spend a week each month not being on speaking terms.
I just felt the need to post this tonight. I hope no one's offended by it, but this is the way I feel, so I won't apologize.
I hate having my period. Okay? Loathe it. In fact, if there were a way for me to stop it permanently, I'd probably do it in a heartbeat. But since I think it would be rather difficult to convince a doctor to perform a full hysterectomy on a healthy 26-year-old just because she doesn't want it anymore...I'm most likely stuck with it, no?
Right now, I'm on the third day of my period. I'm crampy as hell, I'm bloated like a fucking baby beluga, and I'm moody as all get out. I could deal with all that, though, if I didn't feel so dirty. Seriously. I feel rotten, like I could take four showers a day and still not feel clean.
Of course the pad thing only makes it worse, since every time I go to the bathroom I have a visual reminder of what's going on. I know I've got the option to use tampons, but since they make my cramps have cramps, that's really not an option.
I've heard of women who make art out of used pads and menstrual blood, and while I'm amazed that they're able to do that, I'll be honest: I don't understand it. I don't even want to be reminded of mine at all, let alone turn it into art. The smell, the sight....it just sickens me.
I know it's all terribly unfeminist of me and everything, but I honestly cannot stand having my period. When I skip a month (or two, or three), it's not a cause for concern; I'm too busy thanking whatever God may exist that I get to bypass the whole fucking mess for a while.
And I feel like my poor vagina's stuck in the middle of all this. Normally she and I are best friends. I pay her much attention. :) But, when my damn ovaries & uterus decide to make their presence known -- well, the situation gets icy. My vagina and I spend a week each month not being on speaking terms.
I just felt the need to post this tonight. I hope no one's offended by it, but this is the way I feel, so I won't apologize.
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I hate periods too.
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And again, with a menstrual cup, I've still got to see the blood. I don't think there's any way for me to win in this situation. I just hate this so much.
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Good point. :)
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It took me forever and a year to find a comfortable tampon. I finally settled on OB because they are really short and they don't rest on my cervix. Other brands are long and ram right up against it and would be so uncomfortable. But they don't have an applicator and that might be a bit too "ew" for you.
My 32 year old best friend HATES her period (thinks she's unclean and everything) and I'm cool with mine. Everyone's different.
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I remember they used to come with an applicator version, but I don't know if they still carry them somewhere.
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Just a note--when I started the NuvaRing, my periods went from 6-7 days to maybe 2 1/2 days long.
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tomorrow however, i am going on a divacup search. i checked the store locator on their site, and apparently a store in th mall i work at carries them! so, i'll try that next
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I never thought of the chemicals in pads causing much of the smell.....that's a good point.
I'd probably try the cloth ones if there was a place around here to get them, but there's not. And ordering them online...well, I guess I could try that, but cost would be an issue, as I am a broke grad student *lol*
I don't know. It's not that I HATE seeing it, it's just that if I happen to be having a "good" period day -- with no cramps, no backache, nothing (which is rare) -- I can almost forget for a while that I'm even having it. And then I go to the bathroom and it's like, "Oh. Yeah. It's....still here." It's one of the many reasons I really wish I could use tampons; I wouldn't have to see it and I could almost just pretend I wasn't having it. That, and I could go without having to wear dark pants for a week straight.
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