I Never Liked that Vase Anyway
Every month I look forward to reading the ‘Boo Ya It’s Period Time’ posts over at Womanist Musings. They always fill me with an overwhelmingly sense of pride in my femininity. They remind me of why I am a vagina-loving, menstruation-loving feminist. They remind me of how beautiful yet complex our bodies are. Most of all, they remind me of what I wish I could feel like approximately four days before my period begins.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a body-loving, vagina-loving, menstruation-loving feminist. During menstruation, I feel, as cliche as it might sound, more connected to my world. I use reusable menstrual pads from Lunapads in part because of the environmental impact (did you know that the average woman will use approximately 11,000 tampons or pads in their lifetime?) and also in part because I enjoy washing my pads in my bathtub, by hand. My “problem” has nothing to do with menstruation, itself; in fact, menstruation is my relief, the end of this little condition called PMDD (or Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder.)
Now many different websites will give you a list of medical jargon and numerous different symptoms of this disorder, but the best way to explain it, for me at least, is that it is depression mixed with the deepest anger you have ever experienced in your life for any reason, times at the very least, by 500. But in case you’re one of those text book definition folks, you can read about it here.
There are many people who will start screaming ’sexism’ when a male mentions his girlfriend, wife, friends, whatever, having PMS, and I am also one of these people. To have PMS and to be asked by a male if you have PMS because you’re acting a little hot-headed are two completely different things.
Throughout my life I have had a terrible anger problem, due to the fact that I am a survivor of childhood trauma and multiple cases of sexual assault. Through all of the years I have been menstruating, I had chalked my explosive temper up to that anger problem; however, merely an anger problem does not involve physical aches and pains, lightning fast mood swings, and admittedly, making a huge deal out of something that really wasn’t that big of a deal to begin with, whether in my relationship, work life, or personal life. Through the past year, year and a half, I have been researching these symptoms and speaking with a close friend of mine who has repeatedly told me about her own personal problems with these exact symptoms–And how as soon as the first drop of menstrual blood oozes, all of these symptoms are gone; vanished and gone until the next month.
And that is the reason why the vase that had been sitting on my desk for the past two years or so, is now in about 50 or so pieces, in the trash. It is June 5th and in approximately 3 to 4 days, that first drop of menstrual blood will ooze, which is the reason why a vase is broken when a book was thrown at it, knocking over a coffee cup and spilling the entire cup of liquid all over my desk and onto my office chair. And while yes, in hindsight a vase is broken and my chair is soaked, forcing me to hijack the boyfriend’s chair and hope he doesn’t wake up so I am chair-less, it felt damn good to do at the time and for the time being, my anger has subsided.
While I may be inclined to follow suit with Womanist Musings and write a Boo Ya It’s Period Time post, when I will most definitely be ecstatic to break out the pads and finally feel at ease, for right now, I’m in hell and it fucking sucks.
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