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I was 13, and it was my period. My great-grandfather didn’t know anything til I was 15, and rished to the bathroom when it hit suddenly. He’d looked in the bin afterwards and seen the bloody tampon, and asked me if I had a bloody nose. My mother came in and told him it was ‘woman stuff’. My great-grandad turned to me with horror, abruptly moved away from me. We’re Christians, btw. A few days later we were invited to his house for a meal, and while I was there, my distant family (including 3 cousins, that grandfather and grandma) made sure to make me not go near the kitchen. For example, when I insisted to clean the dishes, they brushed it off and went instead. When I began to become confused, I asked my cousin (youngest,14 at the time, female) why they were oh-so-obviously not making me go to the kitchen. She told me, and I quote, ‘they think you’re dirty. Don’t be offended’. I instinctively thought of my period. Maybe I’m just paranoid… Later we prayed together, and EVERYONE stayed away from me. I felt kinda alone, and upset. Thank you for reading this. ♡ Another story was when I was


This didn’t happen to me but to my best friend. She came into our form room, at break, crying. I didn’t know what to do so I asked her what was wrong. Turns out she got her period during drama and when she asked to go to the loo the teacher, who was a male, said no. Then he told her to sit down. When she stood up her period had stained the chair and all the boys took about two steps back. They all avoided her like she had the plague. The girls were understanding and helped her out. I then went and asked one of the boys why they didn’t help her and he said, “it’s lady problems and periods are disgusting.” I then said if I cut my leg would he help me and he replied with a yes, so I then said that is the same thing it is just blood and she was embarrassed BECAUSE he avoided her. I think this is unacceptable that boys avoid girls when they have their period. Is it just me or is this completely wrong? We are 14 by the way.


Many years ago I was at a concert with a friend and we were right up at the front, squished against the barriers. The guy behind me thought that since we are all pressed tightly together, what a wonderful opportunity to reach into the front of my pants (sorry I don’t know you? and even if I did?) and touch me. I had my period and was using a tampon and that’s about the only time I was happy to have one in. Like I almost had to laugh because I was thinking fuck you dude I hope you hate period blood, but also don’t touch somewhat intoxicated (or sober, or even flat out wasted for that matter) women who don’t ask for it.


“Your period is a financial burden on the organisation,” Obviously, this story is a long one, but that was the crux of the matter. I sat across the table from the narcissistic female manager who delighted in victimising young, intelligent, articulate women, and was stunned. The statement hadn’t come from her. It had come from the seemingly reasonable female Human Resources manager. I had poured all my energy into my work. I was very good at it, and the data and the feedback reflected that. It was the reason my manager had been gaslighting and bullying me for the past three years, along with anyone else who showed the slightest sign of intelligence; seven resignations in three years tells it’s own tale. I had come to expect that from her. I wasn’t prepared for the HR woman. She frowned at me. “Can’t you just take some panadol?” she asked. It was clearly not the time to point out that I had been given five different kinds of painkiller and advised to take them all at once, and to pop in to the hospital for morphine where necessary. One doctor had described my pain as ‘worse than labour’. I came to work on all the days when I could stand upright, and really only missed a couple of days every few months due to inexplicable primary dysmenorrhea. The fact that I was very good at my job was irrelevant. My manager wanted me gone. Union delegates told me that it was ludicrous; she couldn’t fire me for having bad periods. They missed the point. She had never wanted to fire me. She wanted me to resign. She had made my life a living hell. She made no secret of the fact that men were her favourite kind of human, and it was widely acknowledged that if you were young, female, and capable, you were top of the ‘who to victimise today’ list. She sucked the joy out of my dream job. But all the gaslighting and manipulation, all the overt and covert bullying, all the times she backed me into a corner or told me I was inadequate vanished in the moment that the Human Resources woman spoke. This was a woman who didn’t know me. I did resign. I really had no choice. I have now been symptom free for several months. Perhaps this condition vanished as mysteriously as it appeared. Or perhaps it is significant that it started after I began working for a woman who enjoys victimising other women. I have no way of knowing for sure. It was never a situation I could resolve. Countless others have tried and failed. My only consolation is that it was not my manager that tipped me into resignation; it was the sexism of a woman I didn’t know.


Harlow Leisure Centre is a large sportscentre and swimming pool. It sells swimwear, towels, toys and ping pong balls. It doesn’t sell any sanitary protection because, as the Customer Services Manager says: ” … our operations team who have informed me that a decision was made not to install machines or offer products for sale due to ongoing running costs and the fact that a contract would need to be taken with a supplier to supply items for sale. With this in mind and as there is currently little demand for such products it is not deemed feasible to offer them for purchase.”


At my school in America, sometimes girls wear sweatpants to school (because why not?). Whenever a guy sees a girl wearing sweatpants at school, they automatically assume that girl is on their period. I now feel like I can’t wear what I want to school because I don’t want to be made fun of by guys at school. I am only 13 and I don’t want to wear sweatpants to school because I don’t want to be made fun of by guys.


“You’re on your period? Gross!” Women ages 12-50 are on their periods roughly 1/6th of the time. Consider that that is about 1/2 of the average woman’s life, and women make up about half of the population, 1/24 people you see our and about is probably on their period. Deal with it. On another note, yes, I know it’s gross. It is my organ that is shedding its lining and forcing me to give birth to it. And on the topic of general moods, if you were about to throw up or throwing up while one of your organs literally shredded its lining, you would be angry too.


Whenever I’m in a bad mood or annoyed at anybody, everyone seems to think that I’m on my period. The usual response from a male when I start an argument about something or act annoyed is, “Oh stop, you’re just on your period.” or, if his friends are around, it’s “Don’t listen to her, she’s probably just on her period.” It is so frustrating that women are disregarded and shrugged off when they try to make a point, because their periods give them mood swings. Ugh.