I can’t begin to tell you the utter heartbreak I feel some days as I watch my children playing on the monkey bars. Statistics flash through my brain and I plead with the universe: please don’t let my kids be one of them.
Ninety-two per cent* of adolescent girls will have period pain and a third miss work and school because of it.
One in nine women will have endometriosis and will suffer an average of 6.2 years before being diagnosed.
They will be more likely to suffer from a myriad of pain conditions just because of their gender.
Their pain won’t be believed or treated in the same way that it would be if they were boys.
They will only earn 87 cents to the dollar of the boys when they grow up.
Feminists – actually, just realists – shouted for decades that sure, periods happen but they’re just one of those things. They may incommode but they don’t incapacitate. So, stop with this patriarchy of not allowing women to go to work, give us economic liberation now.
So, now that economic liberation is largely here – sure, we might whine a bit about a few rough edges but what is left is near entirely a matter of personal choices by individuals – we get the feminists of this new generation whining about how periods are the most appalling thing ever and why aren’t you all paying attention and making allowances?
I still remember my first really painful period. I was 15 and literally thought I was dying. The GP told me it was just retrograde menstruation and sent me home. It was the beginning of 17 years of being fobbed off, not heard, not understood. I was told that maybe the pain wasn’t that bad, I was told to have a baby (which does not cure endometriosis).
Well, here’s a thing. No one has said it does cure it. But endometriosis is uterine tissue – that lining that reacts over the cycle – appearing in bits that aren’t the surface of the uterus. It is also often enough true that having a baby reduces the impact and or severity of periods and or period pain. The having a baby doesn’t move around those misplaced uterine bits but it might well reduce the pain of them therefore.
But back to the major point here. Feminism used to be about shut up and get out of the way, bastards. Now it seems to be about how poor little me deserves special attention. It’s not entirely obvious that this is a change for the better.