Hello down there,
It’s a memorable moment for any girl, the day you get your first period. Mine arrived in March 1995, while I was at school. ‘You’re becoming a woman,’ my mum Viv, then 44, said. I felt pretty proud, too.
‘You can choose a film and a takeaway for tea,’ my dad Rony said sweetly.
But if I’d known then what I know now, there’s no way that I’d have celebrated.
You see, from then on, you made life hell. Month after month, my period arrived, and it was always the same.
I’d be doubled up in agony, clutching my stomach, fighting back tears. No amount of hot-water bottles helped.
The doctor said I just had bad periods, so I continued to suffer, thinking it was just bad…