Recently I caught myself
casually passing out the information of my period having started that
same day, to a person I didn't really know all that well, who had no
particular reason to be interested in my period-schedule, and, most
importantly, was of the male gender – the horror! He took the
information with a straight face (I don't honestly think he cared),
and since we're not prepubescent children, he ought to be acquainted
with the concept anyway. What interested me on an afterthought was
rather my own reaction of “oh sh.. oh well. He took it nicely, so
should be cool.” Why would I react that way?
Somehow I was
brought up with the notion that periods are private stuff (just so
we're all clear – I'm talking menstruation,
the monthly session of “blood coursing from our uteri like a crimson landslide”,
no room for doubt left!). Mayhaps it's not private
as such, just not something to go about and tell random people. As an
example, a friend of mine will start talking about her period in a
loud voice specifically when she wants to gross people out. (And it
normally works, she tells me.)
Period
stories are to be shared with close friends, mothers, perhaps
aunties, presumably the doctor too when relevant. We can also talk
about periods in a theoretical way
in front of male friends – just don't share the details! Telling
random males - not so much. Of course we can now actually refer to
the concept with correct terms, rather than indirect references to
“that time of the month” or whatever, so progress, I guess.
I
never personally felt any shame associated with having periods as
such
(which apparently makes me a lucky specimen of gender female, at
least on a worldwide scale), just the regular embarrassing moments of
bleeding through my pants and not noticing and going through half the
town with blood all over; ending somewhere foreign being run out of
pads and having to get them at a Chinese shop with salesman looking
weird at you; being very drunk and upon request for entrance ticket
to some disco instead producing a huge pad out of the bag. We've all
been there, amirite?
As
a teenager there were moments of mortification. “Such-and-such
must. not. know. of this blood thing” etc. Did not always talk
about it with new girlfriends; when you reached the point where you
could share “my period such-and-such!”, then
it was true friendship.
At
some point during my growing into adulthood (see, mom? dealing with
my age!) menstruating stopped being a big deal. Casually discussing
where to get the cheapest tampons with a new (female) flatmate is as
natural as anything. Telling female colleague “just my stomach that
hurts.. just period pains” is totally fine. Telling male co-worker
same thing – takes an effort and is only done if strictly necessary. I
mean, what does he care? Also the look of surprise on his face.
Ugggh.
So
periods are still a big deal in a certain way. It marks me off as
different from all those non-period-having people (men) who never had
to deal with it personally and as such are free to not care. Talking
about it makes the difference clearer, maybe that's what sometimes
makes it something that takes a deal of courage?
Discussing
details of my period with people I don't know so well is still a bit
of an effort (such as “I slept really bad tonight, my period came
and it hurt so much it woke me up at 5”), but I'm slowly getting
better at sharing/complaining/giving relevant insight as per the
situation. Also am now able to buy huge pack of tampons as only
purchase from a by the looks of it 16 year old guy at the supermarket
without twitching a muscle in my face. Honestly, I don't care, that
line is safe and crossed.
One
time, someone was unwell at class, so we asked her if she was ok or
needed something. No thanks, it was just her period, she quickly explained some details and went home. The guy present was
rather surprised that “she just told us! Isn't that weird?” I
considered a moment before having to say “well, not really... why
shouldn't she? It's not anything unusual”. Because it really isn't.
Half the human population etc. Why shouldn't we talk about it?
What
I am getting at is: I would really like for a complete normalisation
of menstruation. Why should it stay a ladies-exclusively business?
It's not something unusual, take a random sample of the population
and approx. 50% will have it, be having it or have had it. Men talk
about men's stuff too without anybody raising an eyebrow. I know lots
of men who have to deal with menstruations of their
girlfriends/wives/whatever, and who don't consider it a deal, but
it's still something they generally talk about privately between
them.
Before
the protests get too loud – of course there's no need to share
information such as “there was an unusually large amount of clots
in my menses last month”; if you think it's serious, go see a
doctor, and we also don't share detailed info on our ingrown toenails to just
anybody, do we. But why should it be a big deal to say “I got my
period, and it hurts” also to half-strangers? They also know about
it, at least indirectly (I should hope so!) There's no need for it to
be over-sharing, at least if it's somehow relevant to the
conversation at hand. For us to arrive at that point, however, it
takes people talking about it. And what better place to start than by
myself? So, ye be warned, what I basically intend to do from now on
is to make a conscious
effort to say such things also to loose acquaintances like it is no
big deal, contributing to a normalisation of it as something you can
just talk about, not something all that private and
semi-embarrassing. (The difference from previously being that I don't
just blutter it out by mistake any more, but will be pretending to
know what I'm doing.)
Oh,
and while I'm at it. World, what's up with nobody saying a word when
I walk through town with blood all over the behind of my pants? When
it's clearly visible, chances are the person is unaware and would
appreciate a head's up. Could we have some solidarity and just say it
to each other, please. You would like me to do the same for you, I'm
sure. Thank you!
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