The hide-and-seek period

My sister’s uterus is bae because I believe it could have possibly kick-started my period.

However I know that the concept of menstrual synchrony, or the McClintock effect is still highly debated. Admittedly I don’t know enough about the ins and outs of this phenomenon to significantly contribute.

What I do know for sure is that I believe I have experienced menstrual synchrony more than once whilst living with another female (as have several of my friends.)

But this isn’t even why I’m writing.

As with so many other physical prices I’ve paid for my anxiety, my lack of a period for months on end was just another to add to the list.

My reasons for speaking about the menstrual cycle in relation to anxiety is for two reasons:

  1. If you have had a normal period and for some reason things go a little haywire, please make sure you do get yourself checked out. Rather cross out any other issues that may need immediate attention. And
  2. If suffering from anxiety (and other mentally strenuous conditions) please keep it at the back of your mind that there may also be a physical price to pay. Some times these can be managed and hopefully normalised.

It’s been sad but interesting to see the different ways my body has physically reacted to stress over the years.

At first it was the itchy armpits during mild nervousness as a teen.

In my mid-twenties, the reflux disorder that stopped me from eating bananas, avocados, kiwi and drinking coca-cola (the foods one cannot eat vary from person to person.) Just eating the ‘wrong’ food would have me doubled-over in pain for at least three hours.

Then there was the constant lump in the throat together with the pain just like that you feel when you’re holding back tears (and the pain extending from the ears to the jawline, as if you’ve sucked a hundred limes.)

…my period runs late too. Very late.

Late twenties my period started playing hide-and-seek. After so many tests the doctors concluded that this was purely due to stress. And I was told diet and exercise (which I need to be way more serious about) could help with this.

So yeah, anxiety affects everything about everything in my life! So I definitely owe it to myself to manage it adequately.

Foot note: my sister keeps twerking in my face and commenting about how ‘magical’ her uterus is to me.