HUMOR
What’s in a Period — I Wanted It to Come To a Full Stop
Menopause seemed so far away
In my mid-teens I developed a hatred for the moon because it reminded me of my menstrual cycles.
I aimed the bulk of my vitriol at the Full Moon. I couldn’t figure why lunatics found it romantic. To me it signified anger, irritation, discomfort and pain. I especially avoided dating during my time of the month.
“Oh, sorry, I need the loo.” I need to insert a fresh tampon, while front of his of mind would be inserting something else.
My menarche (first period) arrived in 1964.
That really pissed me off — my breasts were hardly budding at fourteen. Most other girls in my class wore bra’s so their puberty was well ahead of mine.
My stepmother started me on sanitary towels.
They were thick and uncomfortable; you had to wear a special belt to keep it in place. hooking the loops at each end. You always knew in gym class who was flowing because of the bulge between their legs.
Being in a girls school left little doubt what that long lump represented.
In that era you also wore stockings with a suspender belt to hold them up. Your nether regions were inundated with…
