So Andres walked into the bathroom while I was having a shower and I had a panic attack because I had left my used pad lying around (not that Andres could care less, God bless him). And it made me realise how embarrassed and ashamed I am of something that I really shouldn’t be. But also made me think about how growing up I had always associated having my period as something that I need to keep private and almost up its existence.
In school we skipped the whole section on reproduction and instead had a presentation on puberty which lacked any sort of real information about puberty and the presenters awkwardly danced around the subject of periods which just made all the boys laugh and all the girls cringe with embarrassment.
At home, I would make sure no one ever caught a whiff of my bloody state – no pads lying around, no stains and definitely no mention of it. I remember once I needed to buy a pack of pads but I didn’t want to tell my dad and I kept asking him to take me to the shops so that I could get chocolates and he kept refusing and I got told off for being silly but even then not a peep about the period – I just waited all day till my mum came home.
I don’t think it’s just me though. I mean look at the commercials for pads – why is the liquid blue?
Remember when that Indian artist took a photo of herself lying on her bed with period stains on the sheet and her pants and the internet went wild calling her disgusting? We are programmed to hide and be ashamed this very natural bodily function because what ?! Because it would perhaps upset the male population?
Judging by Andres reaction, I don’t think Real men are phased by periods and neither should we. I’m all about hygiene don’t get me wrong but how about we don’t get awkward about talking about our flows!
Just a thought