
It feels very 2002 to say it, but with three painful periods in quick succession, I’ve decided to go back on the pill. It’s not just the period itself which is woeful and lasts far too long. It’s the PMS. It’s the bloating. It’s walking into doors when my period is about to arrive (just me?). It’s also the waking up and choosing violence, directed mostly at my husband, who did absolutely nothing wrong. It’s time and I think I just need a break, but I’m not exactly excited about the idea of the pill.
I’ve had next to no input from any of my close friends because there’s scarce a person my age who’s on it these days. Half of them are trying for a baby — or not not trying — so it’s off their radar. The other half wouldn’t touch it, such are the lingering traumas of our late teens and early-20s, pill-induced psychoses and all. It’s called ‘hormonaphobia’.